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King Laurent said, "There is a child."
"I see!" said Charls, who didn't.
"His family are unable to care for him. He was brought here by my late uncle," King Laurent said. "I would appreciate it if you would take him on as an apprentice."
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Damen steals Nikandros' thunder.
"I’m going to ride home tomorrow and begin preparations to ask for her hand,” Nikandros says, and Laurent smiles wider and says, “Oh, wonderful,” as Damen leaps to his feet with a thundering crash of chair against flagstone.
“Nikandros!” he shouts, papers flying, arms wide, “This— amazing! She sounds amazing! Congratulations!”
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One of her earliest memories is piecing a skeleton back together bone by bone, matching a chalk outline left in one of the unused storage rooms of the Compass Points Library. The skull there, each vertebrate descending in the proper order, each finger bone and kneecap and toe following the simply worded instructions and detailed pictorial guide etched into the wall. Once the task was finished, she’d hefted the book of pirate spells and set it on the bones, stumbling back from the exhalation of magic in the air.
(Do you owe the past anything? Who does the future belong to?)Series
- Part 2 of love songs on repeat
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No one had ever accused Maxwell Gotch of having particularly good luck. On the contrary, in fact.
Case in point; Olethra was out exploring Zumhara and flirting with Ludmila, while Maxwell was down for the count in his quarters.
Just his luck.
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Torse’s shoulders are tense and pensive. His arm falls back to his side. Maxwell is not the most physical of people (besides in the ring), but his fingers twitch and stay where they are. Touching metal is different than the heat and pressure of skin.
He swallows thickly. With his thumb resting on a weld line, all he can think to say is: “What does it feel like?”
Torse pauses curiously. “What does what feel like?”
“Your heart, when you change it. When you switch from gold to iron.”
Torse turns his head down, towards where his heart’s softly glowing light illuminates Maxwell’s fingertips. He is quiet for some time. Then he meets his eyes again. “Like fire,” he decides.