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544 pages, Paperback
First published February 26, 2015
“Ye gods and little fishes!”
"He made a pact with a demon, and through that made his greatest and most terrible works. He crafted the Edeian, as well as wielding the powers of a mage. But one day he asked to see the true form of the demon, for he had grown fond of it. When he saw its real face, he went insane." The shape of the prophet was very still now, and the clacking of the bones had stopped. Nuava swallowed hard, wondering if she should keep talking." It was terrifying, they said, and ugly beyond anything mortal. They said that if he were a normal man, he would have been struck blind aswell. They said-"
"That is quite enough Nuava." All the good humour had vanished from the prophets voice
There she was, standing in the dark, lit in shades of grey and orange by the moon and their dying fire; a girl, taller than he remembered, wearing leathers and furs, her long brown hair brushed back from her face and secured into a braid. Her eyes were filled with blood, and her hands were red to the wrists.
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‘You are willing to die for love, but not to live for it. What are you afraid of?’
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‘I have been an idiot. All the time, I have been thinking about the past, about what other people wanted, when they are gone and there is nothing I can do to bring them back.’
‘Hold on a moment,’ said Frith. ‘(...). How do we know that this isn’t going to hurt Wydrin?’
‘Foolish?’ Wydrin shot him a dark look. ‘Foolish would be chucking yourself into a lake full of mage magic, surely? Or getting cold-cocked by a bird-headed god.’
Wydrin heard the hope in her voice, the irrational hope that the dead could somehow be returned to them, and felt a sliver of pain in her own heart. No, she thought bitterly, it doesn’t work that way. We must live for the living.
‘Then consider it my payment for this job.’ She smiled at him and laid a hand on his arm. ‘I have some sympathy for broken outsiders, and I want to ride a werken. It seems a shame to leave him here, chained up in the dark.’
‘It has been a long time for me, and in the past I have failed to protect those I loved. I won’t fail that way again.’
‘We’ll have to see about that.’ He looked up at her, examining the way she sat on the edge of the chair, the way she fiddled with the ties on her leather belt. ‘Did you two . . .? Are you two . . .?’
‘Did we what? Wrestle bears? Go tree climbing?’
‘Oho,’ she said. ‘Well, he’s certainly striking to look at. And he seems to know what to do with that spear of his.’
Sebastian choked back laughter. ‘This ice may be thick, Wydrin, but I still think I could cut a copper cat-sized hole in it just for you.’
Wydrin passed back the flask. ‘Just you bloody try it, Carverson.’
Sebastian peered at her closely. ‘You’re not looking too bright yourself.’
She raised an eyebrow at him. ‘I’m absolutely fine, although I am suffering from a severe case of the curiosities.’
‘Oh, really?’ Sebastian adjusted the hood on his cloak, fiddling with the badge that held it in place. ‘Because I’ve just come down with a sudden dose of none of your business.’
‘At least I got you to call me Dallen. And it only took me falling over like a newly born calf.’
smiled back. ‘I could never resist a prince in distress. Uh, that’s to say—’
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