It was cold here, colder than he had expected given there was no snow or flurries or even a biting wind. But despite the lack of cold-associated weather, it was still cold, the type that sank into his bones and anchored deep. And it was dark, but not the all consuming dark of a night …
Category: Txiwteb World: Book Two
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"This isn't possible," his voice didn't sound right, like he was hearing it through water or from a great distance. "I watched you die, I felt it. There wasn't anything left of you or Majik World." The thing that wore his brother's skin shrugged, arms held out expressively with all the flare Anis had always …
59
"Nul, everything okay?" "Hmm what?" he blinked and shook his head to clear it, feeling Rhyshladlyn leave the wards' reach. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, everythin's fine," he replied watching as Azriel hip-checked the back door closed, arms cradling a basket filled to the brim with herbs and vegetables and spices picked from the garden. Nhulynolyn still …
58
Even curses can be blessings. Rhyshladlyn snorted at the thought, at the memory that came with it, as he stared down at the long feather that swung from Mallacht's hilt. Took in the shades of grey from the darkest slate to nearly white and sighed, trying not to remember what it felt like to plunge …
57
The wards warbled a soft announcement of arrivals and Azriel was out of his chair at the kitchen table and moving for the front door before anyone else had the chance to even register the wards had activated. He was at the edge of the porch just as Thae'a and Adïmshyl touched down, Nhulynolyn landing …
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His war howl shook the air, his magick crackling around him as he let go of the Line and free fell through the air, arms tucked to his sides as he rocketed towards the City. He was only vaguely aware as the wind roared by his ears of the snaps and pops of Dhaoine arriving …
55
He hadn't even thought about it. He'd acted solely on instinct, pure and simple. Not because Nhulynolyn was Rhyshladlyn's Other, not because the male was one of his lieutenants -- and the best one of them, if he was being honest. No, Relyt had thrown himself at Nhulynolyn, wrapped his wings around them both with …
54
Time moved as it had always moved but no longer was it immaterial. No longer was it pointless to try and track it. Not since she had arrived, not since the one who was Other had stood amongst them. No longer was time immaterial and immemorial here in this lonely, cold place because the Question had finally been …
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Pain seared hot and wet along his nerves. Swirled like water going down a drain until it gathered in his back, hit his wing nerves and exploded in sensation along them strong enough that his knees gave out before he had even decided he was close enough to drop from the Line near the cabin. …
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He let out a deep breath, feeling Alaïs' consciousness brush along his own like silk against smooth skin, a promise of life that had his knees threatening to give way with relief. But he fought it down, fought back the urge to lope across the City at his twin's side because he knew his place …
The Seven Worlds 