He remembered this hallway with its ghosts and its horrors and the memories he wished fervently and always that he didn't have. But for all that he remembered he didn't stop walking. Didn't think he could even if he wanted to, even if he tried. For every single time he found himself here, staring at …
Category: Imèn World: Book Three
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She watched him pace along the edge of the large table, eyes riveted on the map spread across it, memorizing the changes to the Worlds that he had missed while stuck in the in between. He moved with all the banked violence that his twin had and something else, something darker. Sure he looked and …
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"What you need to do is forget, little brother. It's safer for you, for us all, if you do," he whispered the words as he smoothed his hand through Relyt's hair and tucked the errant curls behind his ear, encouraging his mind to slip further into sleep and to forget. "Your Grace." Lílrt turned with …
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The Grand Temple was quiet, almost eerily so, but given it was just after the stroke of midnight, it wasn't surprising. He'd chosen to come at this time of night when the rest of the city was silent and sleeping, when his subjects weren't on the look out for their Gret'yinl walking among them like …
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He watched as Rhyshladlyn coughed and spat blood onto the floor where it hit and splattered. Watched as the Qishir lifted his head and showed that some of it had dribbled down his chin and stained his teeth where they flashed as he breathed heavily between parted lips, his nose broken and rendered useless hours …
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He grunted as awareness rushed back in bringing with it the feeling of the ground pushed up against his cheek and along the front of his body, of the wind that swirled sand into his face, that touched his skin like the teasing hands of a lover. Became aware in stages of the aches of …
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"Y'know, I figured you'd have a more difficult time lookin' at me." He looked over his shoulder at where Nhulynolyn stood with his shoulder tucked against the doorjamb, hands in his trouser pockets, eyes glazed as though he wasn't seeing the here and now but something else all together. The Other looked so lost standing …
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The door opened to Xitlali dragging Xefras by the arm beside her. The Mad Qishir held his gaze as she tossed Xefras to the floor where he hit hard, unable to catch himself because she'd tied his hands behind his back. Before Rhyshladlyn could do more than glare at her the Anointed One strolled in …
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There were moments where it was difficult to remember just exactly who he was. Moments when she forgot who'd they'd managed to collar and lock away the magick of. And then something would happen, something would change, and she'd remember not just that he was the Grey Qishir but Thayne's warning from so long ago. …
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They'd returned to the seat of the Grey Soul Healer race. It was the only place the Grey Court didn't have any influence, the only place the infamous Court his charge was part of hadn't touched in some form, so they had gone home. And surprisingly with Nhulynolyn's reappearance and the retaking of Ryphqi City …
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