The hundredth attempt was as successful as the ninety-ninth—or the first. He attempted to use the correct word, but his Weston was not up to the task, and any conversation that slid into Torra included the word Matriarch. “I don’t understand,” he said, the last word broken when the carriage wheel...
“Can you take the branches down?” Jewel asked. It would not help him. “I don’t care. It would help me.” She started to dismount and Angel tightened both of his arms, trapping her between them. “What in the Hells are you doing?” he all but shouted in her ear. She shook her head as if to clear it. ...
For a moment, they were. Her vision had shifted again; the fires banking. She could not longer see. She saw Lord Telakar no more clearly than any mortal present could, but she had seen him. For a moment, for a handful of moments, she had seen his name as a fire, a nimbus of light, a thing that wa...