It felt like his skin was being melted off, like he was boiling alive from the inside out. Felt like his bones had already liquefied as his muscles gave up on trying to keep him functional and everything tilted with a sharp crack that may have been something breaking or dislocating but he didn't feel anything except the burning, except …
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*Master, behind you!* Malkuth yelled as a ripple of wrong smacked against him. He whipped around in time to see something come crashing through the retaining wall, scattering stone and mortar and sand in all directions. He snapped his fingers and had Mallacht and Beannacht in each hand just as a thing of literal nightmares …
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"Who the fuck is this?" He flinched as Nhulynolyn's voice sliced through the air like a whip crack. For one heart stopping moment Sheieh didn't breathe, didn't move, just sat half twisted towards the hole in the wall to his left and waited. Waited to find out if they were screwed, if he had failed. For …
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He scrambled to get around the corner as the doorknob to Xitlali's rooms turned. He shouldn't have even been listening to their conversation in the first place, but the way Lílrt had looked when he'd returned to the compound had made Xefras' instincts chitter. And he didn't want to ignore them, not when they told …
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"Who the fuck is this?" The inflection was just different enough that he waited until the face that accompanied it swam into focus before he snapped the mirror shut, cutting the connection. As soon as it registered that the face he'd seen was nearly identical to Rhyshladlyn's, with only the eyes being different, he threw the …
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She stared at the journal in her hands. It was barely six inches thick but for all that it wasn't as large as some she'd seen, as some she'd written, it was intimidating. Sure Bayls had said it was Rhyshladlyn's journal, sure the Sinner had told her, told them all, that there were things written …
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There had been minutes, minutes, between when he'd finally found Relyt -- all while avoiding a figure that paced across the property hidden behind the smoke and sand -- and when Nhulynolyn and his party had arrived. He had barely found a hole in the wall, one just large enough for him to shimmy through and …
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It was difficult to believe he was back. Even as he walked as much of the property as he could, even as he worked to catalog the damage and clean up as best he could while he waited for Nhulynolyn, Alaïs, Azriel, and Thae'a to arrive, he struggled to accept it. Even when he felt …
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He ran. Ran and tried to tell himself that he wasn't a coward for doing it. It was a lie but no one had to know but him. He dropped from the Line into the aftermath of what looked like an explosion had gone off. Smoke was everywhere, mixing with plumes of kicked up sand, …
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The second he felt Thae'a's wards relax enough to let them in, felt the soft give of the carpet of the Dreamweaver's living room, he let Bayls go, set his feet, turned and swung. Spread his wings to protect his firecracker female from the blood spray as he jerked his hand out of the Hound's chest …
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