Reaper (Cradle, #10)

by Will Wight

Lindon watched as Eithan flew as a rapidly vanishing speck to the west. “I think he might make it all the way to Sacred Valley.” Naru Huan clapped his hands and shouted. “Bring me a blank tablet!” His escort of Golds on the neighboring cloudship scurried to obey. Lowering his voice back to normal, the Emperor spoke to Lindon and Yerin. “I need to record this memory while it’s fresh. I can never forget this.” Indeed, he looked like he’d been injected with a good night’s sleep in an instant. Kicking Eithan. Lindon would have to try that.

If Instagram exists in Cradle, this would go on his post not his story

He wondered aloud if maybe not everyone could advance as quickly as he did, even given the chance. Yerin had stared at him for five straight minutes when she heard him say that, while Eithan laughed himself sick and then stored the memory in a dream tablet to share with others.

Cassias was happy for him, he really was, but he still kicked Eithan off the tower. It felt just as good as the Emperor had promised.

Is this like the ice bucket challenge or something? 😅Except it gives you warm fuzzy feeling instead of bitter cold

“You’ll catch up,” Yerin said confidently. “And until you do…what’s so bad about letting me carry you?”

From Eithan’s proud smile, Lindon already knew he was right, but he tossed the necklace in anyway.

Lindon was overwhelmed. He blinked back tears. “It’s too much,” Lindon said, though he would already fight a Dreadgod with half a paintbrush over the Soulforge. “You’ve given me so much already.”

So much in the feels

Lindon straightened up and pressed his fists together, bowing over them in a sincere salute. “Gratitude, master.” “You know, you never call me that.” Eithan ushered Lindon out of the Soulforge, though Lindon kept shooting longing glances backwards. “It’s probably for the best. I don’t want status to go to my head.”

“Oh, you can start paying me back once we’re out of Cradle. My investments are long-term.”