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The light coming through the slats lay across his brown skin like bands of gold, and Wydrin experienced the odd tightening of the chest she often felt when [they] were alone. There had been other men, of course, men with whom she had spent pleasant evenings and memorable afternoons, but being with [him] made her fingers itch for her daggers, filled her with an indefinable need to fight, to protect.
— Mar 26, 2026 07:41PM
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Sarah Connell
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“Within the globes are teams of mages, casting spells to monitor the gods and their movements. They are very difficult to track, and can shield themselves easily, but it is possible to pick up traces of Edenier from their actions. Those traces increase significantly when they target us, or a city, or a village. Sometimes it can reverberate back towards us, and then the lights go out.’”
— Jul 30, 2026 02:38AM
Sarah Connell
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“Five huge white domes dominated the building, shining dimly with their own inner glow, while all around it were twisted spires of black rock, reaching up towards the shrouded sky almost as though they had caught it in some moment of terrible cataclysm and frozen it there.”
— Jul 30, 2026 02:36AM
Sarah Connell
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“It wasn’t right, she mused, to know so much of someone else’s future. No one should have such knowledge.”
— Jul 12, 2026 07:03PM
Sarah Connell
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I swear this author 1. Wants the villains to win and 2. Is trying to give me a heart attack.
— Jul 10, 2026 07:11PM
Sarah Connell
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“The red moss covered the left side of his face, completely obscuring one eye and colonising the inside of his nose, and for the last hour or so he had been shouting random phrases, gibbering as though in the grip of a terrible fever. He quietened for a moment, and Augusta pushed a damp cloth against what was left of his forehead. ‘It’s in his eyes, I’m telling you, it’s getting in their brains.”
— Jul 04, 2026 08:44PM
Sarah Connell
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“Sometimes no power is the wisest choice, he reminded himself. Power led to a knife in your hand, a series of empty rooms, and blood. Always blood.”
— Jun 27, 2026 09:30PM
Sarah Connell
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“The site itself had not been easy to find – she supposed that there were whole sections of Euriale that were simply much easier to traverse when you were a giant sentient spider – and now they were met with more obstacles.”
— Jun 23, 2026 06:34PM
Sarah Connell
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“Another monster was crawling its way over the shattered edge of the wreck: a giant, glorious lizard of cream and gold scales, its eyes like beautiful amber lamps.
It was a dragon, and on its back was a wild man with black hair and beard, a sword held in one hand, and a look of triumph in his eyes.”
— Jun 20, 2026 07:36PM
It was a dragon, and on its back was a wild man with black hair and beard, a sword held in one hand, and a look of triumph in his eyes.”
Sarah Connell
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“The web had ended just below her neck; when she looked down she could see the contours of her own body outlined in pale silver, as though she were already a ghost.
‘There,’ said a voice from directly behind her. It was low and deep, with strange harmonies. Wydrin felt all the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. ‘Now there will be no distractions.’”
— May 21, 2026 05:26PM
‘There,’ said a voice from directly behind her. It was low and deep, with strange harmonies. Wydrin felt all the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. ‘Now there will be no distractions.’”