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A Chapter by Isemay
The goddess’ words resonated in his mind and Cyran couldn’t pull himself out of their contemplation. Imos was the god of justice, righteou..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Syreilla walked silently next to Kyrilla. The tale of the year spent as an unpaid maid had sparked questions and the girl had been incensed at some of..
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A Chapter by Isemay
“Why does my Syreilla need me to fetch the stone? She has always brought them to you, Divinity.” Vezar’s brow furrowed.“There ..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Folding his arms across his bare chest, Kwes inspected his still pruny hands, “It wouldn’t be so bad if it were only the pretty girls I ha..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Syr woke to cursing in the hall and Kaduil muttering under his breath, his face still pressed to the center of her chest.“I think they’re ..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Cyran sat very still as the goddess rested her head in his lap and gazed up at him.“No one has ever done this with you, have they?”“..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Running her fingers over the familiar writing, Syr could feel Hammersworn’s pride in the work. She hadn’t only written down the suggestion..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Kwes turned the coin over in his hands, running his fingers over the two sigils. Syreilla’s made him angry, but Odos’ sigil… he did..
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A Chapter by Isemay
“I want you to lay some of those before you leave, Rook. I’ll show you where.”Syr grinned as she cleared the wards away. “Uncl..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Stepping through the door away from Eludora’s temple and back into a wooded area Cyran felt a mix of relief and nervousness. Syreilla suspected ..
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