Eiod felt Thayne coming even before she swung around the doorjamb in a twirl of skirts and flashing crimson eyes and boiling power that crawled across his skin like something alive and struggling. Jerald's hand curling into the back of his tunic was the only reason he stepped out of the Qishir's way before she breezed passed …
Category: Imèn World: Book Three
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"How long has he been like this?" The trees were so beautiful this time of year as the snow fell in slow tumbles between them to the grass below. He caught glimpses of the iridescent flickers of Oiki in the far distance but he wasn't concerned with them. They weren't trying to lure him to …
12
She slammed the door to her chambers forcefully enough to rattle the stone walls to either side of it. She was furious but it was a lie, it was a mask she had perfected over the centuries to hide her terror, to hide how even though she trusted Lílrt's work, how she trusted the research …
13
He shadowed her down the hallway, watched the way her muscles shifted and bunched and relaxed in her arms as she swung them with just enough force to propel her body weight ever forward. Watched the way the skin beneath her tunic over her shoulderblades quivered with the need to throw her wings out to …
14
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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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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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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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 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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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 …
The Seven Worlds 