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Release the Leering at the cave. Be not afraid.
She obeyed. With a thought, she released the Leering, just as she had snuffed out the ones at the border of the abbey.
“It’s loose!”
“Get out of here!”
Hoel was knocked over by the next rush, and she saw those horrible claws rake down his body.
He stabbed at it again and again, then groaned as his bones began to crack under its awful weight.
The beast bit into his body, and Eilean squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch, unable to comprehend what ...
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“Back, you demon!”
Twynho.
the Fear Liath lifted and attacked him next.
the creature turned and swiped with its jagged claws, catching Twynho across the middle and shearing through his leather armor.
The Fear Liath turned to Eilean.
The Medium encased her in a shell of power.
loped into the mist toward the tree and the waterfall.
She released the word of power, feeling her energy sapping fast, and went to Twynho.
He stared vacantly, his chest neither rising nor falling. She touched his throat, trying to feel for the throb of h...
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“Oh no,” she groaned i...
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“Can’t . . . breathe .
“Anthisstemi,”
down at Captain Hoel, her eyes wet with tears. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know it was there.”
“Can’t . . . kill . . . it . . .” he gasped. “Hide.”
Please, can you heal them, Gwragith Annon? I didn’t mean for that monster to come. If there is anything you can do to heal their injuries, I would be grateful.
I cannot raise the dead.
But the injured can be healed.
If you heal the captain, he wi...
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Heal him, please,
So be it. Your fate is entwined with his.
Take the tome. It is hidden beneat...
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Get the tome before your friends perish. Do not look at me.
Greyfriars were mastons who traveled the world and proved the power of the Medium to unbelievers.
The Dryad pressed what looked like a clump of moss to the man’s wounds.
Strength in the Medium, we’ve learned, comes from lineage.
There is a wretched, I’ve been told, at the new Muirwood Abbey, who is remarkably strong with the Medium. There is no accounting for it unless her parentage be the unknown cause.
harbinger,
The best way to motivate an ambitious person was to torment them with a lack of approval.
To treat their highest accomplishments as trivial and their smallest lapses as catastrophes.
Mícheál Nostradamus would not rest until every druid was killed and their abomination purged from the world.
“I was unconscious. When I revived, my body was healed, and they were gone.
“I have no idea where they’ve gone,” Hoel said. “And that is why I came to you.”
Hoel was a good man. A good tool.
A dagger in the rogue Aldermaston’s back would solve one thorny problem.
But he wouldn’t handle the girl that way. Even before hearing Hoel’s story, he’d found the girl interesting. Different. She was someone who had potential. He could learn a lot from her. One way or another. A true harbinger hadn’t been chosen by the Medium in centuries.
So he doesn't know that Hoel has the gift of seering either
