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“Hamish Brindle.”
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He felt like he had a stone lodged in his throat when he tried to imagine inking notes of his own. He just felt so empty.
His own flesh and blood who had abandoned him without a backward glance when he was a boy.
I have a feeling we're gonna get more of this story...
Had they executed him? Did he still live? Adaira had no idea, and she couldn’t face Jack without having an answer. It was another reason why she had slowed her correspondence with him; she lived in daily dread that he would ask about his father in a letter and David, reading it, would realize whose son Jack truly was.
Jack began to play. The eastern wind blew at his back, tangling his hair, and he closed his eyes. The music began to unfold in his hands, intrinsic and spontaneous. It was a song he discovered as he went, and he allowed himself the freedom to relinquish the fears, the worries, the uncertainties he had been carrying. To let go and simply breathe the notes. To melt into the fire of his music.
but felt a sharp twinge in her left foot.
Jack was both Tamerlaine and Breccan.
“You are the one to bring unity, Jack. The Tamerlaines will need the Breccans, and the Breccans will need the Tamerlaines.
Mirin continued, “I have this feeling, Jack. That once you cross over to the west, you’ll never come back here. You’ll never return to the east.”
“Then tell us how to help you. Give your burdens to us, the tasks that weigh you down. You shouldn’t be carrying it all alone to begin with.” She didn’t know what to say. It was too much to think about, this notion of dividing all her responsibilities into slices and giving them away. “The other day,” Graeme said, “I was thinking about all the different paths our lives take, how little choices here and there suddenly guide us to places we never expected. How sometimes even the worst of experiences turn us into what we need to be, even though we would rather avoid the pain. But we grow
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He was trapped in the spirit realm until he solved the blight.
He didn’t know if he was shocked that the blight was also present in the west, or if he should have expected
A skeleton was hanging on the wall.
“There must always be a ruler in our realm. The same with yours.
Why?
“You want to give him a chance to be absolved?” Jack snarled, unable to swallow his anger. “To walk free after serving only a month in the dungeons?” “No,” Innes replied. “I want him to die with honor. If I return him to the Tamerlaines, they will execute him. His bones will rot from the shame of what he’s done.”
“Sing us to peace, Jack,” his grandmother said, laying her weathered hand on his cheek. “If there is anyone strong enough to do so, it is you.”
“I don’t understand fully what you intend to do, or what is about to be required of you. I won’t beg you to cast aside this duty and come with us, because I see the mark of a higher calling within you. A flame that will always burn, no matter where you go.”
