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“I, Cliopher Mdang of the Vangavaye-ve, do swear upon my soul and my heart and my life that I will keep this world of yours safe while you are absent and return it hale to you when you are come home.”
December 8, 2025 at 4:31 AM
“I, Cliopher Mdang of the Vangavaye-ve, do swear upon my soul and my heart and my life that I will keep this world of yours safe while you are absent and return it hale to you when you are come home.”
“It had always been so important to me that in the stories they were not lovers. That two people could love each other like that, but it didn’t need to be about sex. That you could find someone who was your match. Your other half. Your equal.”
December 8, 2025 at 1:21 AM
“It had always been so important to me that in the stories they were not lovers. That two people could love each other like that, but it didn’t need to be about sex. That you could find someone who was your match. Your other half. Your equal.”
“I was wondering,” Fitzroy said after a moment, “whether there was a special efela for fanoa.”
December 7, 2025 at 8:17 PM
“I was wondering,” Fitzroy said after a moment, “whether there was a special efela for fanoa.”
“It’s Mdang,” he said sharply.
Prince Rufus stopped and visibly swallowed affront. “I beg your pardon?”
“It’s Mdang,” Kip said, enunciating carefully. Prince Rufus stared blankly at him. “Rhymes with hang, tang, sang, oh, Fitzroy Angursell.”
Prince Rufus stopped and visibly swallowed affront. “I beg your pardon?”
“It’s Mdang,” Kip said, enunciating carefully. Prince Rufus stared blankly at him. “Rhymes with hang, tang, sang, oh, Fitzroy Angursell.”
December 7, 2025 at 4:19 PM
“It’s Mdang,” he said sharply.
Prince Rufus stopped and visibly swallowed affront. “I beg your pardon?”
“It’s Mdang,” Kip said, enunciating carefully. Prince Rufus stared blankly at him. “Rhymes with hang, tang, sang, oh, Fitzroy Angursell.”
Prince Rufus stopped and visibly swallowed affront. “I beg your pardon?”
“It’s Mdang,” Kip said, enunciating carefully. Prince Rufus stared blankly at him. “Rhymes with hang, tang, sang, oh, Fitzroy Angursell.”
There were probably a thousand things she should be asking Jullanar, but—oh, there was something so immensely precious at simply being able to sit with her.
December 7, 2025 at 12:32 PM
There were probably a thousand things she should be asking Jullanar, but—oh, there was something so immensely precious at simply being able to sit with her.
Three days after leaving the Palace and here I was, already halfway across a different continent having adventures and assisting maidens in distress. It was all most satisfactory.
December 7, 2025 at 8:20 AM
Three days after leaving the Palace and here I was, already halfway across a different continent having adventures and assisting maidens in distress. It was all most satisfactory.
His name, spoken in such a voice; a simple choice offered and made; one glimpse of the famous lion eyes he had never believed were real.
“Very good, Glorious One,” he said, and pretended not to be shaken.
It had been a long time since he had last fallen in love with someone.
“Very good, Glorious One,” he said, and pretended not to be shaken.
It had been a long time since he had last fallen in love with someone.
December 7, 2025 at 4:30 AM
His name, spoken in such a voice; a simple choice offered and made; one glimpse of the famous lion eyes he had never believed were real.
“Very good, Glorious One,” he said, and pretended not to be shaken.
It had been a long time since he had last fallen in love with someone.
“Very good, Glorious One,” he said, and pretended not to be shaken.
It had been a long time since he had last fallen in love with someone.
Kip—I—I hoped that people at home were alive, I hoped that they’d survived the Fall, I thought they must have ... but I didn’t ... I couldn’t see how I could go home if you weren’t there.”
December 7, 2025 at 1:27 AM
Kip—I—I hoped that people at home were alive, I hoped that they’d survived the Fall, I thought they must have ... but I didn’t ... I couldn’t see how I could go home if you weren’t there.”
One of the things that she had always loved was sparring.
And sparring verbally with Fitzroy had always been one of her very favourite things.
And sparring verbally with Fitzroy had always been one of her very favourite things.
December 6, 2025 at 8:18 PM
One of the things that she had always loved was sparring.
And sparring verbally with Fitzroy had always been one of her very favourite things.
And sparring verbally with Fitzroy had always been one of her very favourite things.
He walked forward to meet his Radiancy, who was coming out of the water, looking (to Cliopher) like some story of Creation as the water streaming off his dark shoulders caught the light and the three men stood awaiting his coming.
December 6, 2025 at 4:19 PM
He walked forward to meet his Radiancy, who was coming out of the water, looking (to Cliopher) like some story of Creation as the water streaming off his dark shoulders caught the light and the three men stood awaiting his coming.
By the time they were halfway to the secretary Ghilly had started to sweat with nerves, and was frantically trying to come up with some real reason for them to have sought an audience with the Viceroy, some grave and sensible and adult purpose for their visit.
December 6, 2025 at 12:32 PM
By the time they were halfway to the secretary Ghilly had started to sweat with nerves, and was frantically trying to come up with some real reason for them to have sought an audience with the Viceroy, some grave and sensible and adult purpose for their visit.
“I am Fitzroy. The poet. And adventurer.”
December 6, 2025 at 8:21 AM
“I am Fitzroy. The poet. And adventurer.”
Your new secretary fell rather than descended into his obeisance, eyes glimmering with welling tears. At your automatic dismissal Sayo Mdang turned and fled, writing kit forgotten on his desk and magic reverberating in the air.
December 6, 2025 at 4:19 AM
Your new secretary fell rather than descended into his obeisance, eyes glimmering with welling tears. At your automatic dismissal Sayo Mdang turned and fled, writing kit forgotten on his desk and magic reverberating in the air.
“You, sir, are a fool. You will be fortunate indeed to be only a footnote in history. No—no. Do not speak. Every word you say is fuel to my fire; if Jullanar only speaks the word, I can ensure that you are a laughingstock on three worlds.”
December 6, 2025 at 1:16 AM
“You, sir, are a fool. You will be fortunate indeed to be only a footnote in history. No—no. Do not speak. Every word you say is fuel to my fire; if Jullanar only speaks the word, I can ensure that you are a laughingstock on three worlds.”
A feeling of indescribable fondness welled up in him as he regarded his lord.
December 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
A feeling of indescribable fondness welled up in him as he regarded his lord.
He nurtured a fine and splendid flame of righteous fury in his heart as he climbed all the way up to the open front door of the House of the Sun.
He didn’t bother knocking. His hands were full.
He didn’t bother knocking. His hands were full.
December 5, 2025 at 4:22 PM
He nurtured a fine and splendid flame of righteous fury in his heart as he climbed all the way up to the open front door of the House of the Sun.
He didn’t bother knocking. His hands were full.
He didn’t bother knocking. His hands were full.
If she had been any member of my household, my posture and expression would have told her in no uncertain terms to back off immediately.
Because they were (had been?) my friends, they paid no attention whatsoever to my demeanour, and persisted.
Because they were (had been?) my friends, they paid no attention whatsoever to my demeanour, and persisted.
December 5, 2025 at 12:36 PM
If she had been any member of my household, my posture and expression would have told her in no uncertain terms to back off immediately.
Because they were (had been?) my friends, they paid no attention whatsoever to my demeanour, and persisted.
Because they were (had been?) my friends, they paid no attention whatsoever to my demeanour, and persisted.
“Fitzroy Angursell,” he said, the name like Basil’s ginger wine in his mouth. He let his right hand come up and rest upon his Radiancy’s hand, still holding onto his elbow, just as if he were an ordinary man, his friend.
December 5, 2025 at 8:23 AM
“Fitzroy Angursell,” he said, the name like Basil’s ginger wine in his mouth. He let his right hand come up and rest upon his Radiancy’s hand, still holding onto his elbow, just as if he were an ordinary man, his friend.
“Why does it matter what Auri and El made of it?”
Cliopher stared at him. His heart hurt.
“We are not Aurelius Magnus and Elonoa’a. We are ourselves. Fitzroy and Cliopher.”
Cliopher stared at him. His heart hurt.
“We are not Aurelius Magnus and Elonoa’a. We are ourselves. Fitzroy and Cliopher.”
December 5, 2025 at 4:27 AM
“Why does it matter what Auri and El made of it?”
Cliopher stared at him. His heart hurt.
“We are not Aurelius Magnus and Elonoa’a. We are ourselves. Fitzroy and Cliopher.”
Cliopher stared at him. His heart hurt.
“We are not Aurelius Magnus and Elonoa’a. We are ourselves. Fitzroy and Cliopher.”
He crawled, wriggled, abased himself in the darkness.
There was, he told himself through gritted teeth, ashamed of his weakness, a shell on the other side. A common, ordinary good: his.
There was, he told himself through gritted teeth, ashamed of his weakness, a shell on the other side. A common, ordinary good: his.
December 5, 2025 at 1:20 AM
He crawled, wriggled, abased himself in the darkness.
There was, he told himself through gritted teeth, ashamed of his weakness, a shell on the other side. A common, ordinary good: his.
There was, he told himself through gritted teeth, ashamed of his weakness, a shell on the other side. A common, ordinary good: his.
Masseo grunted, the sound so doubly familiar that I nearly started.—Who else sounded just like that?
December 4, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Masseo grunted, the sound so doubly familiar that I nearly started.—Who else sounded just like that?
He always was different, Fitzroy.
Her reasonable mind said that of course he was: he had been more vibrant, more lively, more mischievous, more splendid, than anyone else.
But that wasn’t what Jullanar had meant, and not, perhaps, what Pali meant either.
For Fitzroy had been different, for her.
Her reasonable mind said that of course he was: he had been more vibrant, more lively, more mischievous, more splendid, than anyone else.
But that wasn’t what Jullanar had meant, and not, perhaps, what Pali meant either.
For Fitzroy had been different, for her.
December 4, 2025 at 4:25 PM
He always was different, Fitzroy.
Her reasonable mind said that of course he was: he had been more vibrant, more lively, more mischievous, more splendid, than anyone else.
But that wasn’t what Jullanar had meant, and not, perhaps, what Pali meant either.
For Fitzroy had been different, for her.
Her reasonable mind said that of course he was: he had been more vibrant, more lively, more mischievous, more splendid, than anyone else.
But that wasn’t what Jullanar had meant, and not, perhaps, what Pali meant either.
For Fitzroy had been different, for her.
It was one of Jullanar’s great secrets that despite everything, she truly enjoyed fussing with her hair.
December 4, 2025 at 12:38 PM
It was one of Jullanar’s great secrets that despite everything, she truly enjoyed fussing with her hair.
“Lord of Rising Stars, I offer you in my hands the Vangavaye-ve.”
“Cliopher Mdang, what is the Vangavaye-ve?”
“Lord of Rising Stars, the Vangavaye-ve is the home of my heart, the land of my birth, the anchorage of my soul.”
“Cliopher Mdang, what is the Vangavaye-ve?”
“Lord of Rising Stars, the Vangavaye-ve is the home of my heart, the land of my birth, the anchorage of my soul.”
December 4, 2025 at 8:25 AM
“Lord of Rising Stars, I offer you in my hands the Vangavaye-ve.”
“Cliopher Mdang, what is the Vangavaye-ve?”
“Lord of Rising Stars, the Vangavaye-ve is the home of my heart, the land of my birth, the anchorage of my soul.”
“Cliopher Mdang, what is the Vangavaye-ve?”
“Lord of Rising Stars, the Vangavaye-ve is the home of my heart, the land of my birth, the anchorage of my soul.”
“Come, my friends, we shall announce an amnesty on Fitzroy Angursell’s music tonight, and let us make merry in honour of the great statesman with the music of the great outlaw. There is something delicious about the whole idea.”
December 4, 2025 at 4:28 AM
“Come, my friends, we shall announce an amnesty on Fitzroy Angursell’s music tonight, and let us make merry in honour of the great statesman with the music of the great outlaw. There is something delicious about the whole idea.”