Tempyst’s eyes darted around the room. Sure, they were her reflections, but her training was kicking in. The room was full of mirrors, the door itself a mirror ( Read more... )

Fenix kept his eyes fixed on Tempyst. His Personal Guard was the other Manifester. Her Mother and Father were directly descended from twelve Nen’roma. If his powers came from just three, what would hers be like ( Read more... )

Fenix tapped the charcoal against the tabletop. Tempyst and her Father were hiding something. He stood and grabbed an old, leather-bound book from his shelf. He flipped through all the lists of the lesser Clans and stopped on the Nen’roma. He grabbed the next book and sat back down. While the deDannan kept excellent records of every birth and death ( Read more... )

Tempyst moaned. Despite all the herbs and salves the Healers gave her, the pain in her upper body still overwhelmed her ( Read more... )

The Head Mage picked up the sphere with tweezers and studied it. “And you got this bullet from where ( Read more... )

Fenix had never completely understood the Solaris. Despite all the arguing on both sides, the Love Bind ceremony would happen, though later than Fenis and her lover would have wanted ( Read more... )

Fenix could hear the storm still going. Looks like fencing would be moved to today ( Read more... )

Tempyst waited until she was sure Fenix was asleep. She walked over to the shattered chess set. She closed her eyes and separated the pieces. Fenix had told her to leave it alone, that they would be cleaned up. "Why waste good crystal?" she whispered ( Read more... )

Fenix buried his head in his arms and flicked his king ( Read more... )

--I really wish I knew what he was thinking. He's been studying me...that outfit's probably for me. He's being awfully kind to a Warrior ( Read more... )