Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter VI

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 Eske participates in the contests of strength, and meets the disciples of the Dragon Temple.

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I woke to find Aysulu and Khalim in the common room, Khalim with his head down on the table and his arms folded over it. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

He made a pained noise. Aysulu passed me a bowl of rice and the last of one of the cuts of dried meat.

I sat down opposite Khalim. “Couldn’t you just heal it?”

He looked up, squinting painfully. “I did this to myself. It’s a lesson I’m learning.”

“The way I see it,” I argued, “if your god doesn’t want you to heal yourself, he won’t let you. There’s no harm in giving it a try.”

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter V

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 Reva explains her plan, and the Cerean Festival begins.

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“How is it that you can do that?” I asked. I would not have believed it, had I not seen it with my own eyes, and felt the heat of Jora’s fever and smelled the putrescence of his wound. He had surely been close to death, and now he walked back to his house under his own power. 

“Khalim has a gift,” Reva said. “When the time is right, the people will follow him to the ends of the earth.”

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Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter IV

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 Eske and Aysulu look for work and witness something strange.

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We had twenty silver between us come morning. It wasn’t enough for another night at this inn, and with the tournament a day away, we were unlikely to find somewhere better. Such was the fate of an adventurer, to go from feast to famine faster than a spinning wheel. There was surely work to be found here, and silver to be paid for it; we would just have to find it.

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