Patricia Wilson
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“Necromancy? I don’t really know much about it. Combat-capable necromancers are a pain in the ass, I can tell you that. And I know that they run most funeral parlors.” “Short version… very, possibly too short version… is that necromancy is one of the foundational areas of magical technology. No reason you would know this, but we can trace the origins of a lot of our demon summoning and binding magics straight back to necromancy. Indeed, separating the two, summoning the dead and summoning…-
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Teasing the girl you like is fun. Truth was feeling giddy as he quickly walked away from the little chapel. Teasing the girl you like is fun, watching her wriggle and not move as you whisper secrets and affection in her ear. It was scary too. Opening up. Speaking a name he had left unspoken since his murder. There was something about the saying of it, setting the words free on the wind. As though they would be carried directly to his killers. It was scary because it meant that Truth Medici hadn’t died,…
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Truth pulled into the garage under Temple Nag-Hamadi in a thoughtful mood. This was one of those “No taking it back” decisions. He hadn’t read many spy novels. They just didn’t take him away from himself the way the romance or thriller novels did. But this seemed like volunteering to be an asset, and assets were ultimately disposable. Some were more important than others, sure, but as someone who had been a “valued” corporate asset before… Hard pass. Still, just walking away left him…
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Truth slipped out of Temple Nag Hamadi that night. He kept the sword and wore his new scarf but ditched the He didn’t have much money, hardly any, actually, but that was all right. He had a full belly, inexpensive vices, and there was nowhere in particular he wanted to go. He just wanted to see Xandre without the filter of Merkovah or the Cousins. The city was far too big to see in a night, but… he had the itch to move. He pulled away from the blocky temple, his iron horse better maintained now,…
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Truth stood guard outside the conference room at Temple Nag Hamadi. His thoughts bounced around, as they tend to do when you are on staring-at-the-wall duty. Kissing Etenesh was pretty great. Not… one hundred percent comfortable with what he seemed to need to get comfortable. Simultaneously thrilled and alarmed that Etenesh had figured it out and seemed ok with it. Enthusiastic about it, even. Was this the bad boy effect? Many of his romance novels described it in detail. It was apparently lethally…
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In the spirit of not springing any crap on people- I am taking a short break in two weeks. Both on Patreon and on Royal Road. How short? One week. I plan to use the time to rest, but more importantly, to do some reading and build up Stockpile Mountain for the big push into the back half of 2023. For those of you who are new, the way I work is to build up a sizable stockpile beyond what's already available on Patreon. I do this because a) things happen, so you want to be prepared and b) because, typos not…
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Truth and the cousins stayed in the little conference room while the Congress went into convulsions. They were not kept in the loop, which Truth reckoned was just as well. He wouldn’t know the ins and outs of the various relationships anyhow. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this… duel thing. He knew what duels were in an abstract sort of way. It’s just that they had no connection to his life. And he was really not happy about Etenesh getting into a life-and-death fight where he couldn’t…
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The cousins were too mad to even swear. Their faces were rigid masks, hands clenched, taking deep, snorting breaths through their nose. “In case you haven’t figured it out, “Tiffen? Temusht?” “ “Alemu?” “Third son of Duke Red Valley, a status that hasn’t been relevant in centuries. A fact that clearly stings. We know him, of course. Department’s not that big. Pure Lander, but so what? So’s most of the department. Didn’t think he… had gone that hard.” Jember’s voice was…
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The opening prayer continued for thirty minutes. Spirits were invoked, beseeched, reprimanded, and employed. A censer was paraded around the room, the swinging basket pouring out white smoke that smelled like church pews and charcoal and the faint thrum of cedar. A fish was condemned, carried on a lead platter widdershins just outside the circle of sunlight. The brilliantly robed Fellows of the University turned their backs to it as it passed, carefully covering their mouths. They only turned back towards…
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“A few quick points before we go. Jember, Etenesh, this Congress has been convened, as I said, to investigate a particular talisman, or really a cartouche, found by Tommy when we investigated that possed building a few days ago. What you don’t know is that it is connected to some extremely classified matters. So classified, I am genuinely bewildered by what diseased, witless creature asked the University Senior Fellows Merkovah had cast a privacy field around them as they stood carefully on the…
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