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Mornington did not need to close his eyes. Rather, there was a superposition of that which would be …

The explosions and detonations that seemed to batter their senses without break were briefly overcom…

The fading splash cleared, revealing forces locked in combat across land and sea. Mornington saw two…

In complete silence they walked ahead to a watertight door a short distance ahead, of the type commo…

Silvertown, keeping a firm grip on her medallion, stepped up to the door and pulled on a handle that…

It was enough. Beckton knew what to do and how to get there - or rather, he had a feeling that he wo…

Beckton thought about it for a moment, but the Commandant had been very clear about the importance o…

As was his custom, Orthael watched the life of Trien go about before him while he thought about Mali…

Orthael breathed out evenly, nodding. He had known, rationally, the moment that Varreniel's Candle h…

After the service was over, Orthael sat next to the swordmaiden on the grass and looked out into an …

Orthael was pleased by the turnout. A few parishioners had come to introduce themselves and give the…

Orthael gave her a smile and lifted a conspiratorial finger to his lips, then indicated the smoulder…

The church in Trien was a handsome stone edifice, built sturdily in decades past and carefully maint…

The air was crisp and the dew barely settled on the grass when Orthael left the house. He closed the…

Before she could challenge him, he spoke. Quietly, but firmly.

"Take care with your weapon, swordma…