Everything hurt. Every inch of his skin, the air that rattled in his lungs and shook his throat until it sounded like he was growling, his already frayed and not-numb-enough-yet nerves, every single follicle of hair on his body. Being alive hurt but by the Nameless the pain was necessary. He needed it in order …
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So much desperation, so much grief, encased the Worlds that it hurt to breathe, to think, to even be alive. Need followed on the heels of it all and stole what little breath had survived the first wave. Reality whined and wobbled as the second hit and then the third and fourth and fifth in rapid succession. It …
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The Balance tipped as the tension in the City snapped and he felt his heart drop with it. Felt exactly like he had when he'd watched Rhyshladlyn stride into the Eighth Palace like an Old Story made into stark reality. Felt exactly like he had when he'd watched the love of his life speak the …
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It shouldn't make his heart clench low and tight with things he had told himself centuries ago he had given up, that he no longer felt, to watch him fall through the air with a grace he hadn't had before the war. Shouldn't make homesickness flush heat down his chest and across his arms to …
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Rhyshladlyn fell still in stages, starting at his feet and rolling up his legs, every muscle going lax in the way one only sees on the dead but he knew the Qishir yet lived because he had to be alive; because after all the work he'd done and after the way Rhyshladlyn had woken up, anything short …
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"You have to wake up, Rhyshladlyn! Please... please wake up!" But he didn't want to. Not when being awake meant being alone. Not when it meant silence in his head and his heart, in his skin and his veins. Not when all that would greet him when he did wake up would be pain and …
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Few things surprised her anymore. After several thousand years of living, most of which were spent at the mercy of Anislanzir or at war with the Worlds in general, there was just nothing much that could shock her. But standing in a hallway in the Eighth Palace facing off against a Xhlën that had just …
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"No!" The word was lost in the cacophony of screams and the roaring crackling of flames and the distinct sound of flesh burning as a wave of red fire and heat rolled down the walls. He shouldered his way into a room nearby and shut the door behind him just in time to block the fire that …
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The Line heaved and he lost his hold on it, sending them both tumbling through the air towards the ground with a speed he couldn't do anything about. Screaming his defiance and his anger, he pulled Sheieh against him and wished with a viciousness that surprised him that he still had his wings. Prayed as he flung his …
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It hadn't been as well thought out of a plan as it should have been. He honestly probably shouldn't have done it regardless of if it had been or not. But when he'd rounded a corner in time to watch slave yshlad -- no, his proper name is Rhyshladlyn -- get flung into a wall …
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