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At Windhaven, teenage Cassian's in trouble again. As punishment he's paired with the strange shadowsinger who hangs around Devlon's headquarters.
40,000 words, ten chapters, complete. Some timeline tinkering.
“You,” says Devlon, pointing at Cass, “need to learn self control. He’s got it. And you,” pointing at Azriel now, “need to learn to use those pathetic curtains you’re carrying around on your back, and this one knows how. So there you go. You’ve got a week. At the end of the week, I want both of you flying, and both of you able to put up a solid shield without blasting your comrades over a cliff. Now fuck off.”
Azriel bends down to the Commander and murmurs something urgently in his ear. Tendrils of shadow writhe around his jaw.
“No. No, I’ll manage it without you. I’ve let this go on too long; you’re too old for this bullshit. You can come back when you can fly. Go on, fuck off. And shut the door behind you.”
Back out in the gelid dusk, the two look at each other warily.
Azriel still says nothing.
Cass sighs. “See you in the morning? Meet by the mess?”
Azriel ducks his head in agreement, and disappears down an alleyway.
It’s going to be a long week.
Series
- Part 1 of Our Endless Numbered Days
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23 Mar 2024