He watched from atop the main wall as Veratone approached on hörphé-back with an Alphenian he assumed was Jerald Tar'rant and the Anglëtinean-Sinner, Eiod nóh Akkensahn. Watched the way the light of the setting sun glinted off the orange-amber tattoos that covered every inch of the Grey Companion and felt a thrill of something not …
Category: Imèn World: Book Three
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"G'agsha." He looked up at Sheieh who stood with a falcon resting on his shoulder, both regarding him with eyes that held an intelligence that was far too reminiscent of Rh--of him. Looking back down at the scroll he was drawing on, he hummed to show he was listening. It was difficult to meet Sheieh's eyes …
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"We need to move him." She looked at Lílrt and couldn't keep her face from showing the astonishment she felt. Couldn't swallow down her derisive snort in time. But he didn't seem to care. Like them, he was afraid, afraid that the collar was failing if Rhyshladlyn had been able to Balance a room that no …
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She watched from one of the parapets as Uncle, Jerald, and Eiod set out southwestward towards Ryphqi City and tried not to let the nausea that was having a seizure in her stomach crawl its way up into her throat. Tried to tell herself not to worry so much. It wasn't like they were taking …
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He watched Anointed One Lílrt carry slave yshlad out of his room, cradled close to the Soul Healer's chest like one would hold something precious they didn't want to break. Watched Qishir Xitlali and her pet Cymerian, Iköl, follow behind the Soul Healer. It was difficult to watch from the top periphery of one's eyes …
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It was like the past had repeated itself almost perfectly and it unnerved him. As though he was once again standing in the Keep at the heart of the Forest of Dreams and Darkness looking at Rhyshladlyn's prone, unconscious form. Only back then the Qishir had hung from magicked shackles in the workroom he'd been …
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She didn't need Adïmshyl to come bursting through the front door of their house, his breath ragged and his magick winging out around him as his fear and his hope and his concern saturated the air, to tell her that something was wrong. She didn't even need him to tell her to look out the back windows …
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It was hard to breathe. Like the air around him burned and was stagnant all at the same time. Like no matter what he did, his lungs just wouldn't work right. His throat hurt like he'd been screaming. His chest felt like some incredible weight was pressing it down, keeping him from expanding it properly. …
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Thayne leaned over the same table she had sat at with both her Court and Rhyshladlyn's after learning about Shiran's Watchtowers. But now there wasn't refreshments spread across the dark mahogany surface but rather a map of what the Worlds looked like now. Specifically that of Imèn where it bordered Fènwa. Because she couldn't imagine …
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She followed Azriel to the tallest tower of the Eighth Palace and out onto the balcony that overlooked the sprawling expanse of Eyrdo city where Thayne had rebuilt it after Zhalharaq's fall. The twinkling lantern lights and home fires that shown through the windows made the tumbling snow that fell in lazy, continuous sheets glitter …
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