Tongues of flame flickered out of the barely contained energy of Echo's nimbus ( Read more... )

Deacon walked across the courtyard exiting the consilia. Joule kept pace ( Read more... )

Summer for some brings anger. Its rage is contagious. Wrath burns like bonfires in the hearts of Summer courtiers and they stand as a vanguard against our enemies ( Read more... )

I meet her, she strikes me as kind ( Read more... )

Micheal is a Daeva ( Read more... )

Deacon agreed with Echo ( Read more... )

Micheal speaks ( Read more... )

The smell of rust. The echo of water drops in puddles. The echo of the dark tunnels ( Read more... )

The pair of mages came into a large and circular room. In the center was a brazier, long burnt out. All around them were hundreds of switches and levers, each marked with different names ( Read more... )

Micheal mused the question that was posed to him. Opposite the table, Etienne smiled like he already knew the answer. On the table, the runes were cast and a tale had been told ( Read more... )