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April 9 - November 26, 2021
It has caught a demon. And the demon has nearly devoured it.
And now the rider seeks ano...
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You don’t belong here, demon. Go back to your accursed master.
Ista seemed to see the demon with every sense but her eyes, a palpable force, a blood-tinged fire, a smell like hot metal.
the concussion from the demon’s passage that reverberated in her bones.
“Not mad,” said Ista in a flat voice. “Demon-ridden.”
Her sense of the demon’s presence, briefly so searing, was muted again. Was it occluded by matter,
She had suppressed her sensitivity for so long, extending it again was like stretching a withered muscle. It hurt.
the world of the spirit and the world of matter existed side by side, like two si...
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And then she wondered what the demon saw when it looked at Ista.
“There is nothing good about prophecy.
All I can tell you is, they are unmistakable. As if more real than memory, not less.
“The temple in Valenda never sent me to be your conductor.
They only sent me up to convey Learned Tovia’s apologies,
I stole your pilgrimage, Royina. I thought the god wa...
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So, his peculiar convictions about her spiritual gifts, back in Casilchas, had come from a more direct source than old gossip.
Roknari soldiers, Quadrene heretics.
“What he has gained by accident, some sinful or shortsighted or desperate men actually seek by design.
To capture a demon, and feed it slowly on themselves in exchange for its aid—so men turn sorcerers.
The more . . . intertwined they become, the harder they will be to separate.
What rip in hell is leaking them back into the world in such sudden numbers?
The fifth god’s servants walk singly in the darkness, armed with our wits.
But a divine of the fifth god would be treated as heretic and defiled
they would indeed start by cutting off dy Cabon’s thumbs. And then his tongue, and then his genitals.
Ista wondered what death could possibly be more grotesque than impalement.
if the Quadrenes should learn of his demon affliction.
They might well take him for a sorcerer and burn him alive.
The religions of Chalion have high stakes as high as any religion in our world. Competing sects, different beliefs, different doctrine and tradition.
Jokonan raiders are coming.
I don’t want these loyal young men to die for me. I don’t want any man to die for me, ever again.
the boundaries that the Chalionese Quintarians were slowly pushing back to the north.
His typical crinkled Roknari bronze-blond hair
“Quintarian devil-worshipper.
He spat, ritually, but to the side.
No question but that this was an official expedition of some kind, and not some spontaneous banditry.
and covertly made the Quadrene sign of blessing toward the gravesite, for whatever comfort it might bring to a dead boy lost in a foreign land.
feel very strange and foolish, as though she sees or senses or knows things I do not.
Quadrene four-point sign of blessing, touching forehead, navel, groin, and heart,
“Blasphemous Quintarian.”
A moment later, she felt the shock of his death like a lightning strike across her senses, dizzying her.
Another death, and another, slashed across her inner senses like white fire
alternately darkened and whited out with the stunning impacts of the deaths,
the glaring fire of an anguished soul ripped from its anchorage, and the dizzied thought, Now do you believe my prophecies?
Ista nearly fainted at the white whirl of screaming, distraught souls swirling around her.
The ghostly visions were fading like the lingering dazzlement in eyes that had stared too directly at the sun.
the ravine still seemed to reverberate with woe. She couldn’t wait to escape it.
A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.
her embarrassing mad daughter Ista.
Arhys dy Lutez, March of Porifors, at your service, Sera.
Five gods be thanked, a somewhat easier task now that Ibra is made all peaceful in the Royina Iselle’s arms.”
so that he might go haring off after Ias, at court or in the field, unimpeded.
