It was impossible to imagine the aloof, dignified, powerful High Lord living as, of all things, a slave.

There's always a bit of truth in each rumour, the trouble is finding out which bit. - Tayend



Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

Extending his senses, Lorkin tried again to hear his mother’s surface thoughts. What he picked up seemed too out of character, however. He must be imagining it. Though…it was also odd that he would imagine his mother thinking such a string of curse words.

Nodding, Cery strode to the door and stepped through. Though the burly guards eyes him suspiciously, Cery smiled back. Never make enemies of someone's lackeys, his father had taught him. Better still, make them like you a lot.

He had given her too much. He had given her everything.

Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second. Sonea: I love you too.