Someone bent over Wilovan as he stared at the sky. “ Get him! Get him and bring him here in pieces-hats off!”Ī voice roared amidst the shouting-screams from people who didn’t know what was going on. The was already running as the shouting began. The crossbow bolt nailed him straight in the heart, and it was as long as a harpoon.Ī Skill-enhanced bolt to kill even a monster like him. Ratici ducked-and the other Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings took cover. Like the two staring eyes of a Drake wearing a mask.

Towards that magnificent tree, the natural city filled with so much of its own goodness.Īnd creeping vines, parasites on even a fine city such as this. He stared up, past the open gardens and lovely rooftops of the City of Growth. And wondered where he might have been if. Yet you could clothe them well, polish them up until they slept just good enough. Never good, and their caps held all their sins. The kinda cutthroats and thugs and brats who only knew how to win arguments with their fists. A regret-for all three dozen lads stood outside their home when the two exited. And saw it in his partner’s eyes, for all his garb was less ornate by far, the thread-count of the plain brown jacket outnumbered, the simple cap outmatched by the lacework across Wilovan’s vestments, showcasing his chest.īut no less dignified, his counterpart, as they tipped their hats to each other. Use us well, even if we’re to meet our ends faster. But if he could have vouchsafed his own answer, now, he might have said. He had not argued because she’d been right that he was no man for the battlefield Wilovan had never worn armor. He almost wished he’d gone with Lyonette.

What better time for a man like him? When he rose and dressed himself, putting on casual slacks of Wyvernhide, adjusting his undershirt, jacket, and overcoat that stretched slightly across his chest, his top hat, his tie even, gifted to him by the young Rickel. And he thought he should have been there. Though they told him he had done everything he could be asked, when he stood in that dream, shining like a ray of goodness down through the blood and grit he knew so well and the light, miraculously, did not tarnish and sully itself from touching him. Though it had not been long ago and though he had never learned to control his dreams-the man thought it came upon him like a blessing, a vision. (Gravesong is out now on Yonder! Read the first part of the book here!)

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