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Felix literally flew up the stairs, ascending on a tether of crackling lightning until he burst through the doors of the Eye and into the Crafting Hall. As he reached the Crafting Hall, however, apprentices were streaming out of the Glyphworks, hustling away around the Beacon in a panicked stream of robes and discarded styluses. A few clustered near the door, afraid, but all too curious. "What's happening?" Felix asked. The apprentices started. "A burning monster walked into the Glyphworks. They just…-
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Hey folks! I'm taking a short break after finishing up Book 10 on Patreon to rest and reorient for the start of Book 11. DragonCon was a great success and lots of fun, but it is not a great place to write words and formulate outlines. Wayyy too busy. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. That means Book 10 is complete up on Patreon right now (for Journeyman Tier members), so you can check that out now if you want. Normal chapters will…
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"I do not support this decision," Karys said. “I heard you the first time.” “It bears repeating.” They had not traveled far. They now stood before the silver waters of his special indoor swimming pool, complete with a holographic lifeguard. "Knowledge, tell him it's totally safe," Felix said. The illusory robed Geist lifted its lifeless gaze to meet Karys'. "To step into the Pool is to invite death upon your very soul." Felix grimaced and waved off the construct's words. "He’s kidding.…
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As Felix rushed out of the Shadowgate and into Nagast, it had been a little more than a day since he had left. That wasn’t why he was running. "Shut it down!” His Citadel responded promptly, and the center of the Shadowgate abruptly lost cohesion. Felix stood, eyes straining at the dark for a long pair of minutes before allowing himself a breath of relief. He straightened his jacket and smoothed back his hair. "Goddamn Whalemaw!" The monster had found him, faster than the last time. He was…
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Few people noticed Archie. He was easy to miss. Sure, his skin was dusky, and he carried a pair of giant knives, but that described about half the people in the crowd around him. People were covered in armor and bristling with weapons, and that wasn't even counting the patrols of blue-jacketed Legionnaires. The only real thing that set him aside was his height, being more than two-thirds shorter than the average citizen, but even that only made him easier to miss. Dwarves grumbled all the time about…
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After clearing out what he could from the Mana Wells, Felix walked back into the central chamber, thinking hard on what he’d found. He’d seen Urges locked up in Nymean prisons before, of course. He’d experienced them firsthand—they had liked to spout off nonsense, too. The Manawarping was an interesting wrinkle, though it didn’t change his tasks much. Far more enlightening was the fact that a Primordial Spawn had been locked up. He knew that Primordial Spawn formed when a Primordial’s flesh…
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Above, at the end of a long, darkened corridor, there was a large door set with the same translucent stone as the observation pit below. This, however, was scratched and fogged over until only the vaguest of shapes could be seen through them. There was a plaque above the door, made of mithril and etched deep enough that the grime couldn’t obfuscate its words. “Tool Storage,” Felix read. He pushed open the door. “Well, that’s a bit on the nose.” Inside was a large space that was filled with…
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The sun was getting low by the time Felix left Garon's former palace, but he didn't mind. He could see just fine in the dark, and there was little in Gharion that could threaten him now. Felix had met up with Lavin and the Deepking once more, while the duo were still on their way to the Seat and Seal to fortify the area. Their paths intersected on a forested island in the middle of a crooked lake. The Knights and Gallants, as well as the collared Princes, had been following in their wake. Lightning…
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"Okay, go get it!" Beef said, unable to keep the syrupy sweet tone from his voice as he threw a broken brick across the yard. The Risen Hatchling trundled after it, a tiny shape no bigger than a new kitten and just as awkward. More, considering the number of times she tripped over her own wings. Located in the fancy area of the Foot, it was a two-story dwelling half built into the cliff face and constructed entirely out of Fiendstone. He'd had it for a while, but Beef had only really made use of one room…
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Felix soared through the air, clinging tightly to a tether of lightning as the horizon rose to meet him. After the army had surrendered, Felix had spent some time talking with the Deepking and the newly crowned Princess Lavin. Trixie had been delighted to see Felix, though he was less enthused that the other two Princes were still alive—not that he’d say anything. The Abyssal Serpent still considered himself in the doghouse for getting mentally manipulated by the Fathom, no matter how many times…
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