Journey to the Water Chapter I: The Dragon Temple

Journey to the Water cover image: three evergreen trees stand on a hillside, shrouded in bluish fog. Subtitle reads: the sequel to Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea.

Phyreios was in ruins. A gaping black maw lay open at the base of the mountain, where the worm had gone back from whence it came, into the bowels of the earth. Under the clear autumn sky, a miasma of smoke and dust hovered over the rubble. The survivors were few, and they had nothing but what they were able to carry, but they lived, and they would rebuild. A god walked among them, and he would lead them to a golden age of peace and prosperity—a god who wore the face of my beloved.

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XXVII

Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea cover image: a wide, still river with forested mountain peaks rising on either side, underneath a clouded sky. — In which the journey continues.

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We made our way back to the gate, a grim procession through the rain and the rubble. Phyreios had truly and utterly fallen. There was nothing left of the temple at the foot of the mountain, once the city’s most magnificent structure. Of the arena, all that remained was a few broken pillars of soot-stained white marble, standing half-buried in a bed of broken stone. Over the husk of the city lay a miasma of smoke, and the rain brought up a thick fog. I could not see much farther than the reach of my arm. The Sword of Heaven hung heavy from my hand.

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XXV

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Another shake rumbled beneath our feet, but the approaching figure did not stumble. I placed myself between the door and Khalim. We waited, hardly daring to breathe, as the footsteps echoing in the darkened corridor came nearer and nearer. Beyond the arena’s walls, weapons clashed and barricades were shattered as Reva’s miners confronted the city’s soldiers. I prayed to whatever god might be listening that they would be safe, and keep the Ascendeds’ forces from our backs.

I stood between Jin and Jahan, and each had his sword at the ready. The air hummed and shimmered between their blades. I could almost hear the magic contained within. I felt a lingering fear in the knowledge of the power of these weapons, as much as I was grateful for their presence. If one could kill a god, what would it do to me, should I find myself on the wrong end of it?

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XXIII

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“You must not tarry. Gather your leaders.”

The person who stood before me was not Khalim. Though his appearance had not changed—I had become accustomed to seeing the light of his magic shine from his eyes—it was clear that he had become someone else. He stood perfectly straight, a warrior’s posture. The voice that came from him was deep and booming. I had heard it earlier that day, when the lance of light had fallen from the sky and turned the assassin who meant to kill me into ash, and I had heard it once before, in the arena. It had stilled the crowd that had nearly overwhelmed Khalim, quieted them into order. I had been bewildered then; now, I was afraid.

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XXII

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The being of fire burned a dark path through the brush back toward us.

“Brace!” I cried, and the shields on either side of me rose up to meet my own. For all the miners’ inexperience, they had risen to the challenge admirably. The flying orbs of fire broke on the wall of shields, and though I felt the heat and smelled scorching hide, nothing caught. That would not be the case for long—the air was dry, and through the smoke I could still see the elemental coming toward us. A spear of ice that glittered in the sun flew from the wall and struck it at its base, and it slowed, its progress obscured by a sudden cloud of steam.

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Love Song in Six Verses: a Star Wars Story

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The Force sings to Samara. It has as long as she can remember, like music beneath her hearing, resonating through her body and into the air around her. In the gentle rise and fall of its harmonies, she can sense her fellow students, moving through their drills; the instructor, beyond them, is a still, watchful hum. Through her mask, she can’t see the drones, but she knows where they are, and they dip and bob in the stale air of the temple.

Samara takes a step back and brings her training saber up. The drone’s laser bounces off with a buzz. There’s another student just behind her, who steps easily out of her way. He— she’s almost certain which student this is, a human boy about her age—raises his arms in an overhead block. Samara ducks and shifts her stance into the empty space left by his movement, blocking low and then high, above her face. Two lasers strike the training saber behind her, and her own saber echoes them.

The Force sings, and Samara falls into it, letting it move her through her forms. She does not need to remember them when her thoughts are only music.

She can sense her fellow student, and he’s just behind her, closer than would be strictly safe, but they do not collide. He moves when she moves, in perfect, glorious harmony.

The instructor claps her hands, and the exercise ends. The soundless music of the Force quiets, but it never goes away. Samara still hears it at the back of her mind; her constant, faithful companion.

She pulls off her mask, untangling the straps from her lekku. The drone is dark and silent now, and she brings it to her hand. It’s faintly warm.

She turns at the same time he does. He’s small for his age, quiet and serious. The mask has tousled his shiny, dark hair. His eyes are a luminous green.

He is familiar, though she has never spoken to him before. She knows him—has always known him.

“I’m Samara,” she says. She holds out a hand.

He takes it, brown fingers over blue. “Iskandar.”

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XIX

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The storm lifted at last before nightfall. I took the horses out of our shelter and tethered them to a twisted tree nearby, under a sky painted in brilliant colors from the dust still in the air. The mountains were black beneath the fiery sunset, and the red plain to the east was stained a bloody hue. From the city to the peak, all was quiet.

I slept then and did not dream. Aysulu woke me before sunrise. We struck our camp and gathered our things in the dark, and as one final gesture of spite to the Ascended, I set fire to the chariot. It was against Aysulu’s advice, but I saw no reavers upon the plain, and I took measures to ensure the flames would not spread. We could not take the chariot with us, in any case.

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XVIII

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The winner’s chest was heavy, but it was small enough for me to carry in one arm. I took Khalim by the hand—let the Seven see with their unblinking, jewel-like eyes that he was mine and under my protection—and walked with brisk purpose down from the platform.

The nobles on their cushions sat still, but the crowds below them had begun to surge toward the exits. Elsewhere in the city, I knew, the forces of House Darela and House Kaburh were attacking the city’s stores of food and weapons. The majority of the guard was here, in the arena, and they rushed toward the gates to slow or stop the miners’ exodus. We would have to move quickly.

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XVI

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I awoke with the sun, and I heard the sound of someone moving quietly outside my door, stoking the fire and boiling water. Khalim still slept, a tangle of long brown limbs stretched out on the narrow bed beside me. He slept easy, his breathing deep and even. For the moment, no dreams troubled him.

I do not remember if I dreamt, but now that I was awake, guilt plagued me. Had I made a terrible mistake? Maybe it would have been wiser to keep my distance, so that whatever was to come, I could believe at least I had not made things worse. But it was already too late for that—it had been well before the previous evening.

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XV

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Aysulu kicked her horse forward, nocking an arrow to her bow. I followed, keeping Khalim and Garvesh behind me. The salamander looked at us with one eye, small and shiny like a glass bead, and then turned its head to examine us with the other. Steam poured from its nostrils.

It was customary, I learned, for the entire team to face their beast, even those who had no skill for combat. Khalim’s value to us in this fight was obvious, but I was less sure about Garvesh.

He soon proved his worth. “I have read of these creatures,” he said, peering out around my shoulder. “They live in caves—it will be nearly blind in daylight. And watch for its tail! That will trip you as sure as its breath will burn you.”

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