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August 29, 2024
“And yet,” said Illvin thoughtfully, “the Bastard is half a demon himself, they say. I think his nature is not wholly as the rest of his family’...
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“And yet I might have saved the hour even at the last, if I could have called down a miracle of healing.
If my soul had not been so knotted with rage and fear and grief that there was no room in it for any god to enter.”
“Most people fail to work miracles most of the time. Such a dereliction scarcely needs accounting for.”
Fonsa’s dark curse had blighted all budding hopes in that court—
a large palanquin
this ghastly obstruction,
Her inner vision revealed a soul the like of which Ista had never seen before.
His soul . . . was lost in an intense violet haze that extended to the margins of his body.
Illvin and the Daughter’s men had all disappeared from sight.
The sorcerer-officer’s eye took in Goram,
the Dowager Princess Joen herself,
And Prince Sordso.
Her soul is choked with scars and disruption.
Half the prize we came for, delivered into our hands!
Undo her.
using the dense habits of matter to direct a force that had nothing to do with matter
A lunatic whoop in a suddenly dearly familiar voice.
The endless slide terminated not in disaster, but in a wild splash across Porifors’s little river.
That Jokonan column we overtook is one of three closing in on the castle just at the moment,
“Only prudence rewarded. For a change.
CATTILARA’S
Illvin
the ambiguous wound
her demon
I don’t know if it was master or servant to Princess Umerue, but I am certain it was witness to—more, a product of—Dowager Princess Joen’s demonic machinations.
“Joen’s control is evidently not inviolable.”
Sordso’s demon fire had seemed to unknit her very bones.
“What Joen contained did not look like what Sordso contained.
My sensitivity was but a confused wash of feelings, chills, intuitions, and dreams.”
“Then the god opened my eyes to His realm.
Lord Bastard, let Your gift be shared. Or not. Curse your Eyes.
“One grows used to it. The inner eye learns, just as the outer ones do, to sort out the unusual and ignore the rest.
Foix’s hand hesitantly traced the white line, proof enough of his perceptions.
Ista seemed to hear the bear growl menacingly.
“We told you to flee, and now it is too late! She is come upon you. We shall all be taken back, weeping in vain!”