It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious.
Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home.
Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.
What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?
We dreamed together of the world remade.
If he does he's a fool," said Hazael. "The message is clear. Please enjoy this lovely fruit while contemplating all the ways we might kill you in your sleep.