Fuck. Fuck. He swiftly backed out of the room and closed the door, moving the locks back into their proper positions with a short burst of magick as he did so. Though if he was thinking clearly he'd have remembered that it didn't matter, not really, because they were going to know someone had not …
Category: Txiwteb World: Book Two
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Time was immaterial here among the Lost and the Broken and the Forgotten, among those who had not been strong enough to defend themselves and their autonomy. It passed without notice in this place that held the echoes of the Fallen. That kept them prisoner surrounded by the heady scent of death spiced with lingering …
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If anyone were to ask him what he was doing here, he'd reply simply, "I am doing what I am asked to do." Not that anyone would ask, but if they did then that would be his response. And it would be the entire truth. At least for this job. Maybe not for the others, …
18
Even though he shouldn't have, even though he knew what lurked there waiting for his arrival, he'd gone to the Forest. He'd had nowhere else he could go before the panic got too strong. Couldn't make it to any of his safe houses, to his old cabin, before his careful control snapped. Before his ability …
17
He closed the door as calmly as he could. He didn't think that Eiod had seen through his glamour, but the Sinner-Anglëtinean had definitely figured that something was off which meant his glamour wasn't as perfect as it should be. And if his glamour failed? Well then everything he had been working on for over …
16
It shouldn't have known that language. How did it know that language? He paced the room from wall to wall as his mind reeled. He knew he was likely wearing a hole into the thick rug that had been spread over the stones but he didn't care. Didn't care that he had left scratches on …
15
"You did what?" He had to give it to the Lord Queen, for however dainty she appeared to be, it was in those moments when her voice sliced through the air quick as a lightning strike and cut deeper than Sülknír steel that she reminded them all why the Sinner Demon race had happily accepted …
14
He knew what Rhyshladlyn was capable of, he had the memories of it after all, never mind that he had spent his entire life with the stubborn twat. But when that Oiki had moved? His instincts, his entire being, had screamed to protect his kè, had reminded him of the last time a deadly magickal …
13
Mallacht's coldfire-drenched blade pierced the membranous flesh that connected the spines of the Oiki's back fans, making the beast shriek. Landing on its other side, the flames on his blade doused by its blood, Rhyshladlyn grunted as the Oiki swung its great tail too fast for him to dodge it completely. The spikes at its …
12
Adrenaline burned hot and fast through the lingering guilt and anger as he darted around warriors scrambling to answer the alarm's call to battle. Everywhere he looked warriors flew out of their tents in various states of undress, dropped their cooking duties mid-motion, dismantled camp fires, put stasis spells on half finished meals, and donned …
The Seven Worlds 