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 …
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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 …
45
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 …
The Seven Worlds 