Fallen Magician (The Magician Rebellion) - Plot & Excerpts
The echoes of death at the magic school still held him in their grip and it took him a minute to shake the sense of loss that overwhelmed him. Vague thoughts of Ashura’s fields came to mind, but he pushed them away. He should be dead now. Kassani had come for him. She held him in her arms and ushered him to the underworld, but he was not dead and that sudden epiphany left him feeling guilty. Why did he live when everyone else died? It was not fair that he should have to carry on alone! “What makes me so special?” he asked the empty room sarcastically. For the first time, Byrn began to take in his surroundings. The room was a bright gray color lit by the midday sun against the stone walls and Byrn sat up on the pallet he had been laying on. His back was sore and began to throb at the light exertion forcing Byrn to lie down again for a while longer before he attempted to rise at a more cautious pace. Byrn sat up once more; this time more slowly and he pushed the thin, white sheet off of his legs to find that his clothes had been removed and replaced by a pair of brown trousers.
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