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By Lynn Flewelling

With their such a lot treacherous challenge but in the back of them, heroes Seregil and Alec resume their double existence as dissolute nobles and grasp spies. yet in a global of competitors and charmers, destiny has a special plan.…

After their victory in Aurënen, Alec and Seregil have again domestic to Rhíminee. yet with so much in their allies lifeless or exiled, it truly is tough for them to settle in. Hoping for diversion, they settle for an task that would take them again to Seregil’s fatherland. En path, in spite of the fact that, they're ambushed and separated, and either are offered into slavery. Clinging to lifestyles, Seregil is continued in basic terms via the wish that Alec is alive.

But it's not Alec’s lifestyles his unusual grasp wants—it is his blood. For his precise lineage is in a position to generating an extraordinary treasure, yet merely via a harrowing procedure that may attempt him physique and soul and unwittingly entangle him and Seregil within the realm of alchemists and madmen—and an enigmatic creature that can carry their very future in its inhuman hands…. yet will it end up to be savior or monster?

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He gasped. “A rhekaro, Alec. A being created via alchemy. ” The rhekaro factor published Alec’s finger and he wrenched his hand away in disgust, clutching it to his chest. The rhekaro slowly uncurled and wobbled to its toes. It used to be no higher than a five-year-old baby, completely shaped in each approach, with the exception of the white epidermis and disheveled mass of white hair, and the shortcoming of genitals among its thighs. as soon as on its ft, it simply stood there beside its author, with no the slightest trace of animation in its expression. “Why may you create one of these factor? ” Alec requested, aghast. there has been anything horribly typical approximately that clean masks of a face. “That isn't really your situation. you could take him to the bedchamber now, Khenir. See that he’s appropriately bathed and fed. I won’t be desiring both of you this night. ” Khenir obtained Alec on his ft and attempted to assist him limp away towards the steps. After a number of steps, even if, Alec’s legs gave out less than him. one of many guards carried him up the steps. Alec suffered the indignity, staring again over his shoulder on the unusual white factor that have been formed from his personal essences. You shall father a baby of no lady… “No,” Alec whispered brokenly. O please, Illior, Dalna, don’t permit this be the that means! He knew why that thing’s face had seemed favourite. an analogous visage had seemed up at him from the washbasin whilst he was once small. the object gave the look of him! They reached a touchdown and stopped at a door there. extra stairs led as much as an open door. via it he might see the dried carcasses and luggage putting from the workshop ceiling. Khenir took out a key and opened the door. past lay a room a great deal just like the one Alec were stored in a lot of these weeks, one who needs to be at once less than a few a part of the workshop upstairs. This mobilephone had a formal mattress opposed to the some distance wall and a small bathing bath filled with steaming water. Khenir had the safeguard hold Alec immediately to the bath and reduce him into it. “You don’t scent excellent, my buddy. ” He passed Alec a coarse fabric. “Wash your self. I’ll move fetch your supper. ” He and the protect went out and Alec heard the main grate within the lock. the bathtub wasn’t sufficiently big to stretch out in. Huddled there together with his knees below his chin, he dipped the washcloth and scrubbed weakly at his face and chest, then squeezed it over his greasy, tangled hair, eager for a sliver of cleaning soap. a bit lantern on a hook by way of the door solid a hot glow over the room. Alec was once blissful of that; he couldn’t have stood being locked away at midnight. It used to be no need. He didn’t have the power to do any further. Leaning again opposed to the aspect of the bathtub, he tucked his chin to get a glance on the wound on his chest. It used to be tiny, and therapeutic good. the surface round it wasn’t even bruised. He puzzled if the golden faucet had long gone the entire technique to his center, and if Yhakobin’s unusual purifications had aided the therapeutic. He grew to become and scrutinized the door. This one had a keyhole! Alec’s lips stretched in a skinny, a little bit crooked grin as he regarded round back on the host of latest chances the sparse little room provided to a knowledgeable eye.

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