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A flicker, a heartbeat deep within the cavern of Storm’s broad chest.
He couldn’t breathe; his sorrow was a physical thing that crushed the air from his lungs.
Three reasons. Three people. Jael. Lykos. You.
Two for vengeance. One for love.
Almost a moon had passed since Drassil had fallen so unimaginably quickly, a moon of heartache and pain.
So, something is out there, then, hidden within the trees of Forn. Something with teeth of iron.
but the smile spreading across his face became her world, just for a heartbeat or two.
Fear spread its wings in Cywen’s chest.
“Sometimes courage is foolishness,”
“Brina said you speak the truth, even if it is harsh. Would you turn that truth upon yourself?”
Forgiveness can be the greatest act of courage.”
“You let me stab you, so that you could stab me back?”
She smiled, a fragile, vulnerable thing that twisted into something bitter.
“But all feel fear, both the coward and the hero, and all those in between,”
TRUTH AND COURAGE.”
It will be a dark day, a bloody day, a proud day, for this is the day of our wrath.”
Corban was pulled from his feet, one fist gripping the leather collar around Storm’s neck. He swung his legs and ended up on Storm’s back, felt the wind whipping his hair, dragging tears from his eyes.
but Corban was better, and a cold rage fuelled him. Corban harnessed it, letting it fill him, not control him.
He is not the real enemy, just another pawn in this game of angels and demons. Calidus is the one that needs to die.
frail dreamer
The gap closed.
Maquin followed, had seen on Tahir’s face an emotion he knew all too well: the need to fulfil your oath, the fear of failing it.
the battlefield as more and more stopped in the midst of their combat and stared, and there was a moment, one solitary, perfect moment, Veradis was sure, when all were silent upon the battlefield of Drassil, both above and below.
Nathair grunted, looked into Veradis’ eyes a long, shocked moment and slowly slumped forwards, his head falling upon Veradis’ shoulder as if in an embrace.
“Sometimes,” Corban grunted, pulling himself up towards Calidus, along the length of the Kadoshim’s sword, grimacing with both pain and rage, “you have to take a wound to give a wound.”
“This is called justice,”
Corban made to move his hand, realized that Gar was already holding it. Corban squeezed it.
“I saw you,” Gar said quietly, “take a wound, to give one.”
You did remain true. True to yourself.
I’m a fool, nursemaiding a crow. Two days I’ve been doing this. If the lads from the Darkwood saw me now. He realized he was stroking Craf’s head as he thought that.
sometimes it takes someone else to bring out the best in a man.
“I miss you, Gar,” he said to the cairn. “So very much. I see you, every day, in the corner of my eye, just for a moment,
