No Man Left Behind (The Worlds Behind, #5)

by W.R. Gingell

My dear, should you continue to ignore the elder’s calls, are you quite sure that he will not simply show up at the door?” “That’s what I said,” Harrow said, below his breath. Then, “That’s why Marazul silenced the doorbell.”

There was no end to those calculating thoughts, it would seem; if he couldn’t help thinking them, he would at least refuse to entertain them.

but not really seeing him, but at that, she gave vent to a low chuckle, her cheeks flushing with life and her eyes brightening. “I knew there had to be a reason you were called silver-tongue in some of the stories I heard!”

“I’ll answer what I can,” she said. “Can you alter someone’s thoughts? If it had been wished for you to change my mind, or make me believe something, for instance, could you do so?” “I

to look completely normal and human—and human tourists aren’t the only type of tourists that frequent this part of Bukchon. He’d have to know that he’d make himself more noticeable with magic than without it.” “Human security, one wonders?” said Athelas,

“You were only ever a reflection of greed and power, and that’s all you’ll ever be. No one knew who you were when you were alive, and no one will remember you when you die. Why should I give you more of my life so that you can talk at me?”

“I’m Australian; malicious compliance is in my nature,” she said.