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“Even at your most obsequious—” Fitzroy started to laugh. “Your most obsequious lasted all of an hour, that second day you were my secretary.”
“After I looked you in the eyes.”
“After you corrected my pronunciation, capped my joke, and ... saved me.”
“After I looked you in the eyes.”
“After you corrected my pronunciation, capped my joke, and ... saved me.”
November 15, 2025 at 1:16 AM
“Even at your most obsequious—” Fitzroy started to laugh. “Your most obsequious lasted all of an hour, that second day you were my secretary.”
“After I looked you in the eyes.”
“After you corrected my pronunciation, capped my joke, and ... saved me.”
“After I looked you in the eyes.”
“After you corrected my pronunciation, capped my joke, and ... saved me.”
Cliopher was drowning in an ocean of light.
He was far below the surface, in water that was not water, in light that was not light, in a sea that was not anything he had ever known.
There were voices singing.
The song was the song of the Lays.
He was far below the surface, in water that was not water, in light that was not light, in a sea that was not anything he had ever known.
There were voices singing.
The song was the song of the Lays.
November 14, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Cliopher was drowning in an ocean of light.
He was far below the surface, in water that was not water, in light that was not light, in a sea that was not anything he had ever known.
There were voices singing.
The song was the song of the Lays.
He was far below the surface, in water that was not water, in light that was not light, in a sea that was not anything he had ever known.
There were voices singing.
The song was the song of the Lays.
She lay in a nest of shadows, hidden deep from any touch of sun, and dreamed of all the things that burned, Over the Waves.
November 14, 2025 at 4:21 PM
She lay in a nest of shadows, hidden deep from any touch of sun, and dreamed of all the things that burned, Over the Waves.
“Please don’t—no, better yet—Promise me you won’t make me call our firstborn MacArtful MacArthur the Sly.”
I laughed. “I promise.”
I laughed. “I promise.”
November 14, 2025 at 12:35 PM
“Please don’t—no, better yet—Promise me you won’t make me call our firstborn MacArtful MacArthur the Sly.”
I laughed. “I promise.”
I laughed. “I promise.”
“I always remember you saying your birthday was going to be the fourth day before the spring equinox, because that was the day you met Jullanar and Damian, and the day you first named yourself. So ... happy birthday, Fitzroy. It’s very good to see you again.”
November 14, 2025 at 8:22 AM
“I always remember you saying your birthday was going to be the fourth day before the spring equinox, because that was the day you met Jullanar and Damian, and the day you first named yourself. So ... happy birthday, Fitzroy. It’s very good to see you again.”
“I suppose,” Masseo went on thoughtfully, “that I had always felt that being part of the Red Company was a gift—a reprieve—it never seemed quite real, though it was also the most real part of my life.”
November 14, 2025 at 4:20 AM
“I suppose,” Masseo went on thoughtfully, “that I had always felt that being part of the Red Company was a gift—a reprieve—it never seemed quite real, though it was also the most real part of my life.”
“I am glad you didn’t let it eat Vorel,” my father said softly.
“I was tempted,” I admitted very quietly. “That was right after I’d first begun to wonder if he had ... murdered ...”
“Thank you,” he said even more quietly.
“I was tempted,” I admitted very quietly. “That was right after I’d first begun to wonder if he had ... murdered ...”
“Thank you,” he said even more quietly.
November 14, 2025 at 1:18 AM
“I am glad you didn’t let it eat Vorel,” my father said softly.
“I was tempted,” I admitted very quietly. “That was right after I’d first begun to wonder if he had ... murdered ...”
“Thank you,” he said even more quietly.
“I was tempted,” I admitted very quietly. “That was right after I’d first begun to wonder if he had ... murdered ...”
“Thank you,” he said even more quietly.
“My brother’s been a hostage here for six years,” Violet explained. “We need to find him first.”
“A rescue and then an escape from the inescapable prison!” I said, once this fully registered. “How absolutely splendid.”
“A rescue and then an escape from the inescapable prison!” I said, once this fully registered. “How absolutely splendid.”
November 13, 2025 at 8:19 PM
“My brother’s been a hostage here for six years,” Violet explained. “We need to find him first.”
“A rescue and then an escape from the inescapable prison!” I said, once this fully registered. “How absolutely splendid.”
“A rescue and then an escape from the inescapable prison!” I said, once this fully registered. “How absolutely splendid.”
I clambered up and down the tree until I determined that it would be foolhardy in the extreme to try to jump to another. Foolish I can certainly be, and foolhardy too, but as I had neither cause nor audience I was able to resist the temptation.
November 13, 2025 at 4:24 PM
I clambered up and down the tree until I determined that it would be foolhardy in the extreme to try to jump to another. Foolish I can certainly be, and foolhardy too, but as I had neither cause nor audience I was able to resist the temptation.
“That was when I knew. And I swore then I would always stand behind him, because I have never admired anyone so much as that moment. He had no choice to become emperor, you know. But he could have said no then, and he didn’t. He didn’t.”
November 13, 2025 at 12:37 PM
“That was when I knew. And I swore then I would always stand behind him, because I have never admired anyone so much as that moment. He had no choice to become emperor, you know. But he could have said no then, and he didn’t. He didn’t.”
There were too many days like today, where it was only now, in the quiet midnight, that he managed to get out-of-doors at all.
November 13, 2025 at 8:22 AM
There were too many days like today, where it was only now, in the quiet midnight, that he managed to get out-of-doors at all.
I ran down the wind, down the rainbow, down the arc of the evening, until my feet were running on the mortal cobbles of the road that was the spine of Ragnor Bella, and I was at my own front door.
November 13, 2025 at 4:22 AM
I ran down the wind, down the rainbow, down the arc of the evening, until my feet were running on the mortal cobbles of the road that was the spine of Ragnor Bella, and I was at my own front door.
“So,” I said, trying to return to the present. “If I haven’t mistaken, you mean to say you’re going to declare yourself a great mage?”
“A great mage, a wild mage, and a Peregrine with a unicorn,” Mr. Dart said, smiling brightly.
“A great mage, a wild mage, and a Peregrine with a unicorn,” Mr. Dart said, smiling brightly.
November 13, 2025 at 1:19 AM
“So,” I said, trying to return to the present. “If I haven’t mistaken, you mean to say you’re going to declare yourself a great mage?”
“A great mage, a wild mage, and a Peregrine with a unicorn,” Mr. Dart said, smiling brightly.
“A great mage, a wild mage, and a Peregrine with a unicorn,” Mr. Dart said, smiling brightly.
His Radiancy regarded him solemnly for a moment, then walked forward to embrace him. “I know you will keep Zunidh safe and sound for me,” his Radiancy said, leaning forward until his forehead touched Cliopher’s in the Islander greeting.
November 12, 2025 at 8:19 PM
His Radiancy regarded him solemnly for a moment, then walked forward to embrace him. “I know you will keep Zunidh safe and sound for me,” his Radiancy said, leaning forward until his forehead touched Cliopher’s in the Islander greeting.
“And apart from greatly admiring your dedication to duty, I am to be grateful because ...?”
“I hope it will persuade my grandmother to lend us the use of her falarode.”
Mr. Dart looked at me. “That black monstrosity? The one she borrowed from Lady Death?”
I grinned.
“I hope it will persuade my grandmother to lend us the use of her falarode.”
Mr. Dart looked at me. “That black monstrosity? The one she borrowed from Lady Death?”
I grinned.
November 12, 2025 at 4:22 PM
“And apart from greatly admiring your dedication to duty, I am to be grateful because ...?”
“I hope it will persuade my grandmother to lend us the use of her falarode.”
Mr. Dart looked at me. “That black monstrosity? The one she borrowed from Lady Death?”
I grinned.
“I hope it will persuade my grandmother to lend us the use of her falarode.”
Mr. Dart looked at me. “That black monstrosity? The one she borrowed from Lady Death?”
I grinned.
“It was so hard to keep fighting that I had nearly stopped. I had myself nearly convinced that it was merely the responsible thing to be so—so—so dull!”
November 12, 2025 at 12:36 PM
“It was so hard to keep fighting that I had nearly stopped. I had myself nearly convinced that it was merely the responsible thing to be so—so—so dull!”
“Poor little shadow,” said Fitzroy, patting the shady side of the boat. “What horrors you must have faced finding me.”
November 12, 2025 at 8:23 AM
“Poor little shadow,” said Fitzroy, patting the shady side of the boat. “What horrors you must have faced finding me.”
“Shall you enter your name in, Jemis, for a cake?”
“You're the better baker, Hal.”
“No one creams butter and honey as well as you.”
“Why, thank you,” I replied, before catching the expression on Mrs. Buchance's face and subsiding in embarressment.
“You're the better baker, Hal.”
“No one creams butter and honey as well as you.”
“Why, thank you,” I replied, before catching the expression on Mrs. Buchance's face and subsiding in embarressment.
November 12, 2025 at 4:20 AM
“Shall you enter your name in, Jemis, for a cake?”
“You're the better baker, Hal.”
“No one creams butter and honey as well as you.”
“Why, thank you,” I replied, before catching the expression on Mrs. Buchance's face and subsiding in embarressment.
“You're the better baker, Hal.”
“No one creams butter and honey as well as you.”
“Why, thank you,” I replied, before catching the expression on Mrs. Buchance's face and subsiding in embarressment.
I set my shoulders and myself for an audience, smiling like a fabled enchanter of old, like Fitzroy Angursell on a quest, like a merry-making Trickster come to earth; and I could not pretend I did not enjoy myself better for the pretence.
November 12, 2025 at 1:18 AM
I set my shoulders and myself for an audience, smiling like a fabled enchanter of old, like Fitzroy Angursell on a quest, like a merry-making Trickster come to earth; and I could not pretend I did not enjoy myself better for the pretence.
“Zigu, do you have extra paddles?” “I have one extra—my sister usually comes with me,” the boy admitted. “But she had to stay back so no one worried I was gone.”
Oh, how much Kip had been like this!
Oh, how much Kip had been like this!
November 11, 2025 at 8:18 PM
“Zigu, do you have extra paddles?” “I have one extra—my sister usually comes with me,” the boy admitted. “But she had to stay back so no one worried I was gone.”
Oh, how much Kip had been like this!
Oh, how much Kip had been like this!
Jemis really was absurd, and it was hard not to like him for it.
November 11, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Jemis really was absurd, and it was hard not to like him for it.
“Oh, don’t be absurd, Fitzroy,” Jullanar said. “Your advice on questing is always the same: decide on your object and then go look for something else entirely.”
“There are refinements,” I said with dignity.
“There are refinements,” I said with dignity.
November 11, 2025 at 12:35 PM
“Oh, don’t be absurd, Fitzroy,” Jullanar said. “Your advice on questing is always the same: decide on your object and then go look for something else entirely.”
“There are refinements,” I said with dignity.
“There are refinements,” I said with dignity.
You sank down on the bench immediately inside the door and briefly, just briefly, buried your face in your hands as you thought how pleased you had been (I had been), a quarter-hour before, working with the man you might have just permanently blinded.
November 11, 2025 at 8:22 AM
You sank down on the bench immediately inside the door and briefly, just briefly, buried your face in your hands as you thought how pleased you had been (I had been), a quarter-hour before, working with the man you might have just permanently blinded.
I wanted to assure her that things weren’t always like this around us, except that I truly couldn’t in any good conscience—
November 11, 2025 at 4:21 AM
I wanted to assure her that things weren’t always like this around us, except that I truly couldn’t in any good conscience—
“My lord, you cannot button it away.”
“I nearly think you said I cannot.”
“I nearly think you said I cannot.”
November 11, 2025 at 1:19 AM
“My lord, you cannot button it away.”
“I nearly think you said I cannot.”
“I nearly think you said I cannot.”