Prophecy's Promise (Prophecy Of The Edges Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Every hour seemed to drag into the next one until the duke, I heard someone call him Kael, came to demand I tell him information I knew nothing about. He didn’t mention Nazarie again. I didn’t understand why they thought that I had fooled Nazarie, but I didn’t ask. I shouldn’t have been able to hear their conversation, and I didn’t want them to know that broken Mist fueled my senses. The Edge had augmented my ability to weave; a fact that would only cement Kael’s certainty in the evil he believed me to be. In my cell there was a thin pallet and a chamber pot, but my chains kept me confined to the corner. They’d been loosened just enough to allow me to sit. How kind. The darkness from The Edge was the only thing to keep me occupied. It clung to the Mist around me, dragging skeins of it toward me. Today, it was so strong, I could taste bile in my mouth, but it was only the evil inside. I poked at it. Played with it. Examined it.
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