He watched as Rhyshladlyn coughed and spat blood onto the floor where it hit and splattered. Watched as the Qishir lifted his head and showed that some of it had dribbled down his chin and stained his teeth where they flashed as he breathed heavily between parted lips, his nose broken and rendered useless hours …
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He grunted as awareness rushed back in bringing with it the feeling of the ground pushed up against his cheek and along the front of his body, of the wind that swirled sand into his face, that touched his skin like the teasing hands of a lover. Became aware in stages of the aches of …
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"Y'know, I figured you'd have a more difficult time lookin' at me." He looked over his shoulder at where Nhulynolyn stood with his shoulder tucked against the doorjamb, hands in his trouser pockets, eyes glazed as though he wasn't seeing the here and now but something else all together. The Other looked so lost standing …
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The door opened to Xitlali dragging Xefras by the arm beside her. The Mad Qishir held his gaze as she tossed Xefras to the floor where he hit hard, unable to catch himself because she'd tied his hands behind his back. Before Rhyshladlyn could do more than glare at her the Anointed One strolled in …
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There were moments where it was difficult to remember just exactly who he was. Moments when she forgot who'd they'd managed to collar and lock away the magick of. And then something would happen, something would change, and she'd remember not just that he was the Grey Qishir but Thayne's warning from so long ago. …
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They'd returned to the seat of the Grey Soul Healer race. It was the only place the Grey Court didn't have any influence, the only place the infamous Court his charge was part of hadn't touched in some form, so they had gone home. And surprisingly with Nhulynolyn's reappearance and the retaking of Ryphqi City …
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The wind whistled, kicking up plumes of sand as it danced around them, forcing them all to throw up an arm to protect their eyes. "Shit, what is with this damned wind!" Jaro grumbled. "Not up to the desert wasteland vacation, eh, there, Soulless?" Ishmariel called, voice woven with laughter. "Fuck you, you winged bastard. …
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It launched at her before she could even draw breath. Moved faster than anything she'd seen before but despite that, she was still a Phuri, she was an Other, and so she was faster, if only barely. As she twisted away from the thing that spoke with her kè's voice, scrambling over the sand-scattered cobblestones, terror turned her blood cold. For before her …
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"I wanted to apologize," his breath caught in his throat, stealing what else he had wanted to say when Nhulynolyn looked at him. Realistically he knew the Other was not Rhyshladlyn but in that moment when he turned and cast that sculpted face into shadow, when he reclined back on his hands on the wide …
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He sat a kitchen table that seemed too large for a family of two in a City so far from the majority of the Court they were tied to, but seeing everyone gathered around it, he understood why Thae'a and Adïmshyl had chosen this house and this kitchen table placed just off center of the dividing line …
The Seven Worlds 