My friends... today, we are not Fey, Celierian, or dahl'reisen, but brothers, united and strong, each of us honorable and worthy warriors of Light. We are the steel no enemy can shatter. We are the magic no Dark power can defeat. We are the rock upon which evil breaks like waves. We are warriors of honor, champions of Light.
C.L. WilsonBel jumped to his feet, rubbing his wrists where the shel'dor piercings had chafed. "All right, kem'jetos. First we save Rain and Ellysetta, then we kick some Elden ass.
C.L. WilsonShe felt him bow his head to rest his jaw on her hair, the touch feather light. Tears beaded in her lashes
C.L. WilsonBattered and bruised but still fighting for dominance his was not the selfish petty pride that made bullies of lesser men but rather the quiet
determined dignity that turned men into heroes and made heroes crawl back to their feet from the bitter dust of defeat and stand tall once more.
Hope was a fragile flicker that he wanted to cup with both hands to protect against the harsh winds of reality.
C.L. WilsonWell, I guess you can really gut a man with your little finger."
He flashed her a look so flat and cold and full of death, she knew he'd earned every awe and terrified word ever spoken about him.
"That is the least of what I can do." (Shannisorran v'EnCelay aka Lord Death)
Those screams had been growing steadily louder, as the torture masters of Eld worked their way down the line of new prisoners. A few chimes ago, however, the screams had fallen mysteriously silent.
"Do you think the torture masters have tired themselves out?" Gaelen pondered with black humor.
"More likely, we're next, and they've just gone to sharpen their blades," Tajik said.
Locked up in the room with them, Farel gave a grunting laugh of amusement. "Could be. They've been using them enough."
"You know," Gil announced, "as rescues go, I have to say this one pretty much scorches rultshart turds.
Ellysetta was sitting at the secretary in Rain's suite, penning a note to her parents, when Bel burst through the doors. The other members of the quintet followed so swiftly that all five warriors nearly ended up in a heap on the floor. They were breathless and flushed, perspiration trickling down the sides of their faces.
Kieran bent over, hands on his knees, and dragged air into his lungs. "Well done,brothers. We beat the smug chervil.”
"You all look like you could use a drink." Cool and unwinded, Gaelen smiled at the new arrivals from the sofa near the window. "Water? Or perhaps something a little stronger to help you regain your strength?
Tags: humor
Arrogance is no substitute for experience, Fey.
C.L. WilsonTags: knowledge-advice-strength
A woman did not feel jealousy if her emotions were not engaged. And a wise man did not let it fester.
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