The fires had started in the Temple though the gods only knew how or why. All he'd known was that they weren't accidental. He'd raced ahead of them back to the safe house to alert Xitlali, playing the part of her dutiful personal guard even though he'd wanted nothing more than to ensure she didn't make it. …
Category: Txiwteb World: Book Two
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It was cold. So cold. But it shouldn't be. It should have gotten warmer because the Question had been asked and Answered, if only in part. Never mind that the Anointed One had come to them, or rather, a Dhaoine that lived and breathed and looked like their enslaver, had come to them. But for …
69
Azriel checked the time compulsively, checked it despite knowing Rhyshladlyn still had three-quarters of an hour to arrive before he could return to Ahkshen without being dishonorable. But knowing that didn't stop him from checking. Didn't stop him from wanting to scream and put his hands through something, to take up armaments and step onto …
68
Movement at the far edge of the courtyard caught his attention and he looked up in time to see the unnamed female from Fènwa touch down with a smile that made his skin crawl. Her clear blue eyes and pitch dark hair that swung around her shoulders was at once familiar and not and he stared at …
67
She giggled, the sound high and near maniacal, as she looked up at the Anointed One who stood beside her, his face carefully arranged into a stoic mask, black eyes so light they were nearly grey reflecting the dancing flames that had nearly swallowed Ahkshen in the distance. She watched as he lowered the longbow …
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This was a nightmare he'd had since the day he'd accepted Bayls' invite into her tent in Thayne's camp centuries ago. One that repeated endlessly, night after night, with the only variations being the ones necessary to keep it realistic enough that he'd wake up in a fucked head space until he could be absolutely …
65
Something about that injured, stumbling, unknown female had struck a chord with him. She had been familiar enough to catch his attention but not enough for him to recognize exactly where he'd known her from. The music her magickal signature had made wasn't one of any enemy he'd cataloged over the course of his life, …
64
The streets of the city-village of Ahkshen were quiet this late at night, with only the less than reputable taverns still well lit and going strong with music and dancing. If it were any other night, he'd be slipping in and out of each one, networking with favors and services, building a reputation befitting his …
63
Frustration burned hot and heavy in her gut, riding low in her chest where anxiety saw fit to choke her. But she wasn't truly worried. Or rather that was what she told himself. Because the Anointed One wouldn't tolerate failure and she wasn't a failure, that much she knew with absolute certainty. And if she …
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He hated that he'd had to return here, that he'd had to go back to this bitch's side. But he had a part to play. Even if he hadn't agreed with it in the slightest he had been outranked on the matter and so whether he had agreed or not hadn't mattered. What mattered was that he followed the orders …
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