To say Azriel looked like he'd been in a fight and lost badly was an understatement. The bags under his eyes were darker, like they were more bruises than shadows made by sleep's evasive movements; not unlike the real bruises that were a stark contrast to his qahllyn'qir tattoos. Bruises that swept along his jaw …
Tag: gore
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The Many See me but I need to get out of here. Sheieh rubbed his hands on his leggings in a miserable attempt to clean them of the blood that had gotten well under his fingernails and caked into the lines of his palms. Nothing short of a long shower would get them clean but …
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"Your honor guard is no longer necessary, Bayls Qaeniri. My twin lives." She stared at the door that Rhyshladlyn had closed behind him. Could feel him on the other side, could just catch the barest whiff of his tears, his magickal signature pressing against the wood like the gentle but insistent hands of a child …
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He absently rubbed at his arms, fingers searching for the bumps and ridging of scars that no longer existed there; scars that had marked him for the coward he was long before he'd proven it. Looked for them by touch to remind him that this wasn't the past, no matter how similar it felt with …
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He stared at the far wall as the doors flew open and Alaïs skidded to a breathless halt just inside them. Didn't blink when Jerald tensed behind him as three more sets of footsteps followed in after her. All he could focus on was the numbness that had settled in his chest and was slowly …
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The worst part of failure was remembering exactly why one couldn't afford to fail. Why one's plans had to be perfect, why the backups in case those plans failed, were solid. Because when things fell apart, not if but rather when, the sting of those failures rang deeper than bone. And every single moment of …
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He stood surrounded by shelves and shelves of books, marveling absently how they were still in the same perfect condition they'd been when the City had sunk beneath the desert sand. Ran his fingers gently along the spines, feeling the whispered traces of magickal signatures from those who'd last held them, turned their pages, looked …
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"Everyone out." Thayne growled lowly, head snapping up at the demand only to freeze when she saw Rhyshladlyn standing five feet inside the doors to the audience hall, orange-amber eyes dull with pain but just as sharp as always despite that. He listed slightly, as though he'd topple over at any second but that and …
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"Do you know how Greywalkers were originally created?" "Well if this book is to be believed..." a pause as long fingers delicately turned the crinkly parchment pages of the ancient tome resting on the polished table between them. "Fate made them. Reached through the in between from Their domain and plucked a Chosen Dhaoine and …
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She stared at the hourglass that stood in two inch thick magicked glass on the other side of the room. Narrowed her eyes when she realized that what had drawn her attention to it was that it had fallen silent. Something it hadn't been since she'd gotten to the apartment three days ago. Now she …
The Seven Worlds 