“Rachel snorted derisively. “You don’t seriously buy into all her prophetess hocus-pocus, do you?” “I do, actually,” Notak said, frowning. “She is the augur, Rachel.” “She’s exasperating!” “She is eccentric,” Notak corrected. “And you would be too if you had… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Forgive me, I have yet to introduce myself.” The Human spread his arms expansively and bowed in his chair. He made grand gestures at… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Rachel scowled. “You’ve known Mrak longer than anyone alive. You know what I know — the things he's done, the things he hides from… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Rachel snorted derisively. “You don’t seriously buy into all her prophetess hocus-pocus, do you?” “I do, actually,” Notak said, frowning. “She is the augur,… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Hmm,” Joseph shrugged. “Good point. Who needs a caravan guard when you’ve got a Genshwin?” — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“This will do,” Notak said. “I need to meet my colleague to discuss details. How much do you want for the map?” “Go ahead… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“He has a story. A story worth more than my own beating heart. He has a name. A name that — if it were… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Oh, God in heaven, kill me now…” Rachel groaned. “I hate going to see Mrak. I always feel awkward going back to Velik Tor.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“His is the name of fire, the name that rides the whisper of the candlelight. His name was…is…Racath Thanjel. And this is his story.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“No one really knew who (or what) the Curator actually was, nor could anyone guess as to where he came from or why he… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“You had your chance. But that’s over now. No more antidotes. No more schedules. No more sickly-sweet order. No more cheating death. Your time… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“An upright spine is more valuable to me than favor.” - Racath Thanjel” — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“She was always like that — it’s what I remember most about her. There was always something…wrong with Rachel. She was always permeated with… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
