“Ser-“

“Later,” he said, brusquely, and left.

She was waiting for him; his twin, his literal other half. Her face was streaked with tears but nonetheless more fair by far than any other woman had ever been to him as she reached for him. “Jaime.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her hair, feeling again the sense ( Read more... )

( Considering Weaselpants )

It was a rare quiet moment, in a corner of the Sun Palace in Cairhien, but he was far away, standing in a great hall and basking in the applause and adulation of admiring spectators - ‘the best living,’ they said, ‘music flows from him as easily as water from a spring.’ It was one of the finest performances of his life. It was also one of his ( Read more... )

He could hear Moryo’s hearty laughter somewhere closer to the fires, where the others were, and the answering biting tone of Kurvo saying something sarcastic that drew laughter from the general circle. Another night he would have been there with them, laughing with the rest and quite probably the only one to stay sober by the end of the ( Read more... )

Tuon had always been a great believer in signs and omens, but for some reason she’d never had the same faith in prophecies, and scoffed at those who did. Perhaps it was because of what they seemed to suggest - that ultimately, one really had only limited control of one’s destiny, and control was something Tuon prized very much. So she had ( Read more... )

Mat grimaced as he stepped into Rand’s tent in Rhuidean, rolling his shoulders uneasily and looking around - but the tent was empty, except for that gleeman, Jasin Natael, sprawled in a corner and playing quietly on a harp. After a pause, scowling, he sprawled on a bunch of pillows and pulled his hat down over his eyes. The fellow kept playing, the ( Read more... )

That was how she thought of them, now, all the time - her boys. Etienne, Chris, Armand, even Lord Sir Scruffy. Her boys. The thought made her smile as she climbed down from the ladder, eyed the bulky thing, and vanished it. Some things she didn’t mind using Craft for. Just… decorating the house wasn’t one of them.

Wandering into the kitchen ( Read more... )

It recalled to him another time, many years ago, sitting in a mountain hut and looking down in horror at the man, the friend he had not even recognized for the scars torture and death had left on him.

The pain now was just the same.

He’d known the moment he touched Fitz that his Catalyst was dying. They’d left it too long, and in ( Read more... )

“Don’t you ever relax, Lucivar?” Anita asked, dryly, picking herself up from the floor, Lucivar on the couch with his head propped on his arms and grinning, golden eyes warm. “Sleep, or something?”

“Sleep is for the weak,” Lucivar drawled, and then moved just out of the way as Anita swatted at him. “And Anita Blake, of course.”

“You could ( Read more... )

                Mat stared at the front door of his house. Apprehensively. He could hear his mother rattling around inside, his sisters bickering over something or other. He winced, and resisted looking back over his shoulder.

“Toy? What are you waiting for?” He turned around. Her head was a fuzz of tightly curled black hair as ( Read more... )