He grabbed her arm and pushed her through the doorway before either of them could speak a word. Behind them, the tapestry burst into flames. Then the wall it had been on. Soon, the flames were starting to race along the other walls and the floor and the air was choked with smoke. By this time they were pelting down the hallway ( Read more... )

Sunlight reflected off the ruddy skin of his knuckles, creating stripes of gold and red and white. They were lying on the rooftop, had been for several hours, basking in the sun ( Read more... )

"Traitor," they hissed. Glaucon didn't see how ( Read more... )

The fortune teller read from a book with red pages, and symbols drawn into it like pictures. She paged through them, running her finger down the columns of writing and reading out the fortune of the person in front of her like she was reading their life out of the book ( Read more... )

"It's been two hours. Doesn't he need to blink or something ( Read more... )

Glaucon shook his feathered hair out and tried to comb his fingers through it to keep it from standing back up again. This worked about as well as it had been expected to ( Read more... )

Glaucon rather liked the idea.

It hadn't been meant as a compliment; the things Gunn said to him, even the ones that weren't so loud, never did. But he had been curious, and irritable enough to ask.

"What does that mean?Gunn had looked at him as though he'd gone mad, and Glaucon returned the look with a dash of implied and deep-seated stupidity ( Read more... )

Her skin is tinged in all the shades of blue, from the pale kiss of tint over the lightest human-colored flesh to the deepened blue of a night sky. Her skin is soft under his fingers, calloused by centuries of swordplay ( Read more... )

Ten years ago, he could still walk, but only barely ( Read more... )

Glaucon was born human, and he still looks it now, with a minimum of illusion. All of the changes were on the inside ( Read more... )