Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, in, in, breathe out... "D'you think I give two fucks that y'murdered millions?" Nhulynolyn's voice was sharper than Sülknír steal as it swung through the air of Relyt's tent. He glanced up at the ice blue eyes he had missed being reflected back at him in the mirror when seeing his …
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By the Old Ones did he hate her. He hated her scarred face, made that way by his previous Lady. Hated the eyes that gave truth spoken to her impure bloodlines, to the indiscretion not of his beloved Lady but of the personal guard who had come before him that was tasked with protecting her and did …
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She idly pet the arm of the throne she sat on, fingers looking pale against the black stone. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as the one that stood in the Great Hall of the Eighth Palace but it would suffice. Thayne had that throne now, but not for long, not if she had her way. …
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She watched him pace back and forth under the awning that extended from the front of their tent, heedless of the way he was wearing a trough in the ground. The afternoon rains that usually hit Txiwteb World during the months leading up to proper summer poured down with an intermittent consistency, the rumble of …
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He shouldn't have been surprised that Rhyshladlyn had run and yet he was. But what surprised him more was the way Nhulynolyn's face went blank, the way he lost focus almost as soon as Rhyshladlyn was out of sight. It was the same look he'd always gotten when Rhyshladlyn was using their connection to speak …
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He dropped down from the Ilzuhdae Line onto one of the sand dunes that surrounded where Shiran City had once stood proud and glowing but now only seven sleek, black obelisks remained. The valley that spread out below him was just as untouched as it had been the last time he'd been here. Untouched by …
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Rhyshladlyn stared down at his hands where they rested on the map table, palms facing the tent roof. The irony of where he was sitting in Relyt's tent surrounded by all of his Court save Thae'a, Adïmshyl, Shadiranamen, and Xheshmaryú, staring at the map of Shiraniqi Desert and the notation where Shiran City had once …
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He had imagined it going better than that. Hadn't thought that he and Relyt would fight, that his Steward would be so angry. “Yes!” Relyt snapped, voice whip-cracking around them, fluttering the canvas walls of the tent. “Yes, it most certainly matters. Because I am your Steward and she is not. If anyone should have known …
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He'd spent a century, a century, fighting alongside his birth race, a race that had never loved him, that had taken one look at his mismatched eyes and wings and rather than see the gift inherent in them and the Touch of the High Ones they signified, had instead loathed him from the start. Instead of letting …
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He had seen a lot of things in his lifetime: a darkness that moved like a flesh and blood Dhaoine, that breathed and acted like no absence of light should; death and bloodshed on a level that went beyond what even the Old Stories contained; horrors that the word "nightmare" didn't even come close to adequately describing; acts of selflessness …
The Seven Worlds 