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Finally, the pain ebbs, but the energy—the power—doesn’t. It’s simply…there, prowling through my veins, saturating every cell in my body.
As though he can hear my thoughts,
A flash of light burns behind my closed eyes, followed by the boom of thunder.
She channeled
The relic on my back burns today, as if it needs to remind me that I can channel now, and I roll my shoulders to try and relieve the sensation, but it’s impossible.
But making something disappear and bringing it to you? I haven’t read about a signet power like that in a century.
Stong signers are appearing that haven't in hundreds of years
“His father put an arrow in Brennan’s chest, according to battlefield reports.
According is the key word
He reaches up to cup my cheek,
What's he looking for now? Is he trying to see what she knows about X?
And then he squeezes my shoulder gently before walking away.
Ridoc can wield ice, which might be a more common signet, but it’s impressive to see. Sawyer’s metallurgy powers grow every day. Liam can see a single tree miles away.
I scream as I’m shaken by an internal force I don’t understand, as though he’s forcing his own power into my body, shocking me with a thousand stings of vibrating energy.
Jack is channeling into her
His sadistic grin and a red rim around his eyes
Jack is venin
Hands reach for us both, and I hear Ridoc and Emetterio cry out, jerking their hands away after contact. Whatever Jack is doing is transferring from me to them by touch.
I know you don’t want to hear this, but sometimes you have to know when to take the death blow, Mira. It’s why you have to be sure that Violet enters the Scribe Quadrant. She’ll never be able to take a life. —Page seventy, the Book of Brennan
The problem is you’re using daggers that are too easy to pluck out of your hands. You need weaponry designed for your body type.”
solid black hilt engraved with Tyrrish knots, old, mythical runes of intricate swirls and ties. The blade itself is clearly honed to lethal perfection. “It’s spectacular.” “It’s yours.”
“I had it made for you.” His lips curve slightly. “What?”
all marked with different runes. It’s a shame there are so many parts of Tyrrish culture that were lost centuries ago during the unification, including most runes. I don’t even know what they all mean.
Runes are important but only Tyrissh people know how to use them bc after unification something changed
And the moments the relic burns in my back and I feel like I might crawl out of my own skin if the power building within me doesn’t release reminds me that I still don’t have a signet. It’s already almost been three months.
“You didn’t hear?” She pulls her fur-lined cloak closer around her neck. “His signet manifested in the middle of Carr’s class yesterday, and he burst into flames.”
The signet is all about me, and I’m apparently not delivering, as the stinging relic on my back constantly reminds me. There’s a tiny, secret part of me that hopes my signet hasn’t manifested yet because it’s different than the others, not only useful but…meaningful, like
Brennan’s was.
“But Rhiannon’s skills more than make up for that,”
“You opened the door for me.” “Old habits die hard.” He shrugs. “My father taught me that—” His voice dies abruptly, and his gaze falls away, every muscle in his body locking as though he’s preparing for an attack.
My heart aches at the look that crosses his face, recognizing it well. Grief.
“Winning the Squad Battle is nothing in the scheme of keeping you alive. You’ll be on the front lines before the rest of them come next year.” The mage lights play off the harsh angles of his face, casting sinister shadows as we pass each one.
What does that mean? Something is going to happen on front lines
“Is that what’s going to happen next year?”
“I’m going to the front lines?” “Inevitably. There’s no telling how long Sgaeyl and Tairn will tolerate being separated. My best guess is that we’ll both
have to sacrifice to keep them happy.”
“When I was a first-year, I thought winning was the pinnacle, too. But once you’re in your third year, and you see the things that we do…” His jaw flexes. “Let’s just say that the games are a lot more lethal.”
Foreshadowing
My heart launches into my throat as they come closer, and I snap my frame to an attention stance, my spine stiffening. It’s Commandant Panchek and Colonel Aetos.
Panchek and Daddy Aetos are they both evil
“Mom,” I blurt, and her head turns, her eyes meeting mine. It’s been more than five months since I’ve seen her,
“We’re all wondering what powers—if any—you’re wielding from the golden dragon?” Her lips form a smile I’m sure she thinks is soft, but I know her too well to fall for it.
“No.” The single word from Tairn rumbles through my entire body. “Do not speak of it.”
Because Panchek and Aetos are there ... He knows Vi wouldn't say anythin
“Nothing yet.” I drag my tongue over my chapped lower lip. Winter is hell on the skin during flight. “Andarna told me that feathertails are known for being unable to channel power to their rider.” Only their direct gifts, but I’m not about to say that. “It’s why they don’t bond often.” “Or ever,” Dain’s dad chimes in. “We were actually hoping that you might ask your dragon to allow us to study her. For purely academic purposes, of course.”
My stomach sours. The group of them would poke and prod Andarna for gods know how long to appease their academic curiosity,
Its more than curiosity
“Pity,” Colonel Aetos says. “We’ve had the scribes on it since Threshing, and the only reference they can find in the Archives about the power of feathertails is hundreds of years old, which is funny because I remember your father doing a bit of research about the second Krovlan uprising, and he mentioned something about feathertails, but we can’t seem to find that tome.” He scratches his forehead. Mom looks at me with expectation, as though to ask me without actually asking. “I don’t believe he finished his research on that particular historical event before he died, Colonel Aetos. I couldn’t
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OMG this is all about feathertails
his notes are.”
The words are as true as I can make them. I know exactly where his notes are—in the one location he spent the majority of his after-hours time. But there’s something about Tairn’s ...
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“Too bad.” Mom forces another smile. “Glad to see you’re alive, Cadet Sorrengail.” Her gaze flashes sideways and instantly hardens to steel. “Even if the company you’re forced to keep is more than questionable.”
i think Lilth is harsh is a cover
“I always felt that we resolved any of those questions years ago,” Xaden says, his voice low, but he’s gone taut as a bowstring next to me.
Bc of the marks for the 107 marked ones he is respo for
Panchek outright ignores us, running to catch up with Mom.
“Didn’t realize it was quite like that between you,” Xaden says,
“Oh, that’s nothing,” I toss out, intentionally making my tone as flippant as possible. “She spent almost an entire year ignoring me when Dad died.”
Because somethin is fishy with his death.
“And what was that about anyway? Saying that you resolved questions years ago?” “Just reminding her that I paid the price for my loyalty.” His brow furrows, but he stares ahead of us.
“Paid what price?”
“We’re all learning today. You need to learn how to stay on, and I need to learn why the hell it’s so hard for you,” he answers. “Andarna needs to learn how to keep up. Tairn needs to learn how to share his space in a tighter flight formation, and every other dragon but Sgaeyl is too scared to fly closer.” Tairn chuffs in agreement as we approach. “And what is Sgaeyl learning?” I ask, eyeing the giant blue dragon. Xaden grins. “She’s been leading for almost three years now. She’s going to have to learn how to follow. Or at least practice.” Tairn’s chuff sounds suspiciously like a laugh, and
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Beacause Tarin and Vi are the leaders now
Commandant Panchek steps onto the mat, and Liam joins the rest of our squad, sweat pouring off his skin. “I know you were all expecting the last portion of the Squad Battle to happen tomorrow, but the cadre and I have a surprise.” He has every single rider’s attention now. “Instead of telling you what the final, unknown task will be and giving you tonight to plan for it, your final task will begin this hour!” He grins, throwing out his hands and turning just like Liam had. “Tonight?” Ridoc whispers. My stomach hits the ground. “Dain isn’t here. Neither is Cianna.” “Oh shit,” Imogen whispers,
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Panchek shrugs with a gleeful smile. “You’re on your own, riders. Your mission is simple: find and acquire, by any means necessary, the one thing that would be most advantageous to our enemies regarding the war effort. Leadership will serve as unbiased judges, and the winning squad will be awarded sixty points.”
Whats he looking for
“You have”—Panchek pulls out his pocket watch—“three hours, at which time we’ll expect you to present your stolen treasures in the Battle Brief room.”
“I know Ridoc can wield ice, Rhiannon can retrieve, Sawyer can manipulate metal, Imogen can mind-wipe recent memories—” “And I’m fast,” she adds.
