Regan’s feet couldn’t move fast enough. Her son cried into her shoulder, but she couldn’t to stop and hand him off to someone else, not when everyone else was behind her as well. Helmuth was panting as he lagged at the back. Prentiss and Aeary were struggling to move quickly as Prentiss tried to help his limping wife. Continue reading
Despite the fact Mari was standing in the light of the sun, cold dug into her skin. Apep’s voice filled the air. Oh, how Mari had come to hate the sound of it. How Mari had come to hate them all. Continue reading
Dainan insisted that if Mari was able to walk back to her room, he could go with her. Mari stayed closed to his side despite her own pain, keeping an eye on him. His shoulders hunched over, and he walked slowly. He was steady, but he was clearly in pain.
“Are you sure you can be walking around?” Continue reading
Muraad eyed her for a moment before nodding, “Good job.” Continue reading
Mari had never been more grateful for Muraad than in this moment as she rolled away from where the sword struck the ground. If Muraad hadn’t freaked out, Mari thought as she scrambled to her feet, then Apep and Bidkar wouldn’t have taught her how to stay alive in a fight. Continue reading
“I’ve tried, but I can’t find the key,” Helmuth muttered as Mari carefully dug through the weapon carelessly tangled in the chest. Continue reading
“Finally!” Apep threw up her hands. Mari grit her teeth as small, searing hot bolts of light danced around her hand. Each spark and jolt slowly took her energy. Mari continued to feed her magic into the spell, maintaining it as long as she could. Continue reading