36. Mediation (1)
When my brother died, there wasn’t enough money to bury him in a casket, or to cremate him. No money to keep him cold in the morgue until funeral preparations were done, either. A night sister who sol...
43. Mediation (8)
Isul led me to the same private room in the temple that we’d used when we first met. He set his lantern staff against the wall, where the darkness cast from the lantern cut in strange shadows across t...
58. Diplomacy (2)
Once I was alone in the ritual room, I prepared the ritual materials according to Isul’s instructions.
First, I took up the ritual dagger, one half black and one half white, and cut my left hand with...
69. Stories That Must Be Heard (1)
Nithemoore City was located in the middle of one of Iyiria’s inland valleys, by the broad bend of the central river, so it was a couple hours’ airship travel away from the southeastern coast where the...
70. Stories That Must Be Heard (2)
Stained by the sacrificial flow frame?
Thunder leaned away with a frown, casting me a narrow-eyed gaze. The silver ring in Thais’ eyes glowed brighter as she scrutinized me once more.
“Are you famil...
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