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Altogether, we spent five days in Nagaan. It was not nearly enough rest after almost a month in the mountains. Despite daily baths, it felt like it took the whole of that time to wash all the ground-in dirt off our bodies. We had to burn much of what we’d worn, and replace it with Read more

Our morale waned after the ogre encounter. None of us, except possibly Rennin, had actually wanted to fight. The diplomats’ tongues spell had worked too slowly, and the language barrier had made it all but inevitable – though, given my own speculation, perhaps I should have anticipated that they would respond to the giant’s tongue Read more

“The elf.” The words echoed in my mind every hour of every day. There was a part of me that was infuriated at being reduced to my species and grammatical gender – not the elf wizard, or even the elf woman, just … “the elf”. Most of me, though, was terrified. Aemillian Solirius, Usurper of Read more

I severed the connection, and the tent went dark. Outside, the fire had been extinguished, and whatever moon and stars hung above us did not cast enough light to penetrate the canvas. I could not even see Khanaarre’s silhouette. “Fuck,” she said. “Yeah,” I said. I waited for her to ask what seemed like the Read more

I should have seen it coming. Not the kick, per se, and certainly not Khanaarre’s attempted intervention, but my death-sentence. We had resisted the will of the Prince of the White Steppes, used his honor and pride against him. He could not retaliate against Elana, who he had acknowledged as his equal, or against Rennin, Read more

Trade talks took up the last few weeks of winter: Elana and Rennin locked in an assortment of offices with various combinations of the Prince of the White Steppes, the archons of Ghol Vidar, and a laundry list of local commercial interests. Although I had no standing to negotiate for my people, I was invited Read more

And so we settled in, enjoying the hospitality of Vol Mak Khan while we awaited the pleasure of the archons and the Prince of the White Steppes. After so many weeks rushing from one city-state to the next, our eyes always on the horizon for signs of another wyvern attack or oncoming storm, the enforced Read more

To say that I did not expect to see my mothers in the house of Vol Mak Khan was an understatement so vast that even I would not have found it funny. Our host, however, clearly had expected them, for they and their cook laid out a feast more than generous enough to provide for Read more

The three green-liveried rhu xian made themselves comfortable in the sitting room, taking a tea table by the massive glass window overlooking the city and the valley. I made myself comfortable on a cushion in the corner, out of everyone’s way but where I could look out the window. I had been a child the Read more

The wyvern’s venomous spray was, by far, the worst physical pain that I ever experienced in my life. I slept almost all the first day, waking only long enough to drink a thin broth provided by the cyclops healer, Xijuma. The first time I woke, Rennin held me up while Elana fed me by hand. Read more