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“The Senarium may abide by the pardon, but I assure you that you will not get away with altering a stone none of us fully understand—with endangering our kingdom.”
“The fighting there is…rather intense, but surely your signet will keep your squadmates alive,
The fortress should feel familiar thanks to how many times I visited Xaden while he was stationed here
“The biggest wyvern crashed through as the wards came back up, but once our perimeter fell, venin
You are both formidable weapons, but you’re also a giant target.
“He’ll choose you. I know he will. You’re the future queen of Tyrrendor, and your people need you.”
“I need you!” she yells, then gasps and throws herself over me as heat roars against our backs. Wood crackles and breaks, and then the heat changes, coming at us from every direction.
Holy Dunne, she wielded lightning. But venin aren’t supposed to have signets…let alone mine.
the red glow around her irises is ten shades brighter than Jack’s. A Sage, probably…maybe even a Maven,
That seems a civil start to our relationship, don’t you think, Violet?”
“Now tell me, which chose you first? The one who gifted you the power of the sky? Or the irid?”
One hasn’t been seen in centuries, and I was so hoping to set…eyes on her.”
“Irid,” Andarna whispers. “Yes. I remember now. That is what my kind are called. I am an irid scorpiontail.”
Lightning cracks like punctuation, branching through the cloud overhead. She didn’t even have to lift her hands.
“Besides the fact that he’s subpar and you’d be chained to him, powerless to resist his orders?” She sneers in disgust,
“I’ll let you keep both your dragons while giving you what you want most in the world.”
“Control and kno...
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“Power should be accessible to everyone strong enough to wield it, not just who they see fit. You conveniently see me as the villain, but you’re bonded to two.”
There’s no cure because magic does not negotiate, and we do not wish to be cured.”
“Did you cry for Riorson when they strapped you to the chair and watched your blood fill the cracks between the stones on its way to the drain? I only ask because I swear I can feel it when I lie on the floor—all your pain singing to me like a lullaby.”
Upon failure of three exams, Jesinia Neilwart has been removed from the adept path and stripped of all its responsibilities and sacred privileges as of January 15. Under protest, I transfer her command to Professor Grady at his over-authoritative request.
“Keep talking, and I’ll plant my dagger somewhere that prevents all frog-like activity.”
“I have seen enough bloodshed,” she signs. “And I can handle the punishment meted out for my desertion of the quadrant.”