Mikel Skräskyddsling wound his way up the tower of the Guild of Aeromancers, finally reaching a nondescript door. He rapped on it, and after a moment Isak Akessen opened it and stepped into the hallway. Akessen was the Guild’s seneschal, … Continue reading
“A letter from home?” Mikel asked baldly. “Where did you get this?” Anja demanded. “And why did you open it?” “It wasn’t for you,” Mikel said sharply. “It came to the Guild via the Council. We’re not even necessarily obliged … Continue reading
As the sun inched down toward the horizon, Anja walked along the boulevards of the High Quarter toward the Guild of Aeromancers, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. So far it had been a day of ups … Continue reading
“What? Why can’t he?” said Anja. She felt herself getting angry. “He’s been nothing but a help through all of this.” “There are rules, aspirant, of which Hans Georgsson was informed—” Mikel began. Anja didn’t let him finish. She turned … Continue reading
“Thank you,” Anja said. “Looks like we’ll get to trade stories after all,” Liam replied. “Do you do do this often?” “Almost every day,” Liam said, taking his weight off his staff and flipping it once, end over end. Elisa … Continue reading
Anja made her way down through the tower with a spring in her step that could not be entirely explained by the gentle downward slope of the hallway. A smile kept forcing its way onto her face, and eventually she … Continue reading
“You are to be granted provisional admission.” Anja let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and anger at Ansgar Leifsson’s incongruous displeasure and relief at the Septumvirate’s decision fought a brief battle before the latter won out. … Continue reading
Mikel led them out of the Septumvirate’s chamber and read the question off Hans’ face. “It could go either way,” he said. “You seem to have convinced Ansgar Leifsson—the old man,” he clarified. “He’s the senior member of the Septumvirate. … Continue reading
The Septumvirate seemed to be content to allow the old man to speak for them for the time being. To Anja, it looked as though they’d regained their studied impassivity. She couldn’t read a thing in their faces. She glanced … Continue reading
Something sprang from the stone on Anja’s palm. It was eye-watering to look at, an insubstantial shape which called to mind the great predators of the south not by their shape but by how they moved together, and at the … Continue reading
