Tis The Season 19-05

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“It won’t be long before your teacher gets back from her errand,” Prosser announced while I was still trying to digest the revelation that my mother’s power had come from the fact that she was technically part of the Crossroads Committee and thus was linked to them. “I can’t be here when she arrives.”

“You can trust Professor Dare,” I replied automatically. “She knows pretty much everything. She knows about Senny being a vampire, Shiori being her sister, all of it. If she was a traitor, we’d be screwed.” Shrugging, I added, “Plus, Gaia said we can trust her and if she’s wrong, double screwed.”

Besides, I didn’t want him to leave. I was still reeling from the emotional yo-yo of seeing Scott kill himself, then finding out he wasn’t really dead. Prosser could answer so many questions for me. And beyond that, he could tell me stories about my mother’s family. And, well, I really wanted to hear them.

“That may be.” The man rose slowly from his chair. “But she’s also bringing people with her to adjust your father’s memory, and you don’t know that they can be trusted with everything.” His face softened, and he looked like he wanted to reach out to me, yet stopped himself. “You’ll see me again, Felicity.”

Before I could say anything to that, he stooped to pick up the tablet that had fallen on the floor. “Keep this,” the man instructed. “There’s another video on there that you should see, when you’re ready for it.”

He extended it to me, and I took the tablet reflexively. “Another video? What—what kind of video?”

His gaze met mine. “It’s a video of your mother. Security camera footage from a fast food restaurant taken several years ago. It’s the most recent video I’ve been able to find of her. She’s with… the boy.”

“Ammon,” Asenath spat the name, the disgust very clear in her voice. “You mean she’s with Ammon.”

Prosser didn’t look away from me as he responded easily. “Yes, Ammon. Though in the video he’s not as you know him. It was taken before his father made him into what he is today, in more than one way.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘more than one way’, but before I could ask for clarification, Twister spoke up. “Don’t you owe the kid more than a couple wham lines and a tip of your hat on the way out?”

Prosser seemed a bit amused by her choice of words, raising an eyebrow at the Pooka. “Wham lines?”

“Google it,” she retorted, arms folded across her chest while her fuzzy tail flicked back and forth behind her. “Point is, you come in and drop a bunch of heavy revelations, then just bounce on out? You’re a super-Heretic or something. Give her a talisman of uber-protection, or at least a magic sword.”

My head shook. “He doesn’t have to give me anything.” He’d given me plenty to think about, at least.

“No, she’s right.” Prosser considered me for a moment before moving over to the nearby counter. “I do need to give you a couple things. First, do you mind if I use this?” He indicated a pad of paper and pen that were set there for shopping lists and messages. When I shook my head, the man tore a sheet off the pad and used the pen to write what looked like a couple of phone numbers on it from where I stood.

After the numbers were finished, he added a fairly simple-looking symbol to the page, just below the two sets of numbers. It looked like a square that had been turned diagonally to make a diamond shape, with another, smaller diamond-square inside that one, and a dot in the very center of the whole thing.

Raising the paper to his lips, the man whispered something, and I felt a slight rush of power go through the room briefly before fading as he held the paper out to me. “Place this against your forehead and say, ‘Ugatahahee.’ And be careful, it may hurt just a little bit for a second. But it’s okay. You’ll be all right.”

Blinking at that, I frowned before taking it and doing as he instructed. As I carefully pronounced the word, that same rush of power came back. Immediately afterward, I felt a sharp burning sensation against my forehead, even as the paper in my hand turned into ash. Yelping, I jumped back reflexively.

Prosser was there, touching his hand against my head. Immediately I felt a soft, cooling sensation. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly while easing the pain until it had entirely faded. “Do you have the numbers?”

“The numbers?” I echoed. “What nu–” Then I thought about what he’d written on the pad, and my eyes widened. “Uh, yeah. I remember—wait, you did a spell to put a couple phone numbers into my head?”

“You’ll never forget them now,” he informed me. “And more importantly, they can never be taken from you against your will. No power, no spell, nothing supernatural can force you to share the numbers.”

“But—what are they?” I asked, shaking my head. “I mean, I guess one’s probably your phone number.”

He nodded. “Yes. The first one is the number to a phone that will always be answered by me, or by someone I trust with my life. If you need something, all you have to do is ask for it. And the second number goes to the safe-house where Scott’s staying. I thought you might like to speak to him at some point. He does genuinely care about you. I’m sure he’ll want to hear from you. Just give him a couple months. As your friend there can tell you, it takes some time for the memories to finish settling in.”

He smiled then. “Sorry, your teachers might notice if you start swinging around any kind of magic sword I could give you. Instead, I give you those numbers and that spell. Simply write the rune as you saw it and say that word to prime the spell. After that, anyone with any magical ability at all can trigger it by placing whatever it’s written on against their forehead before saying the same word.”

“So we can share knowledge that they can’t get out of us with any other spell or Alter-power,” I finished for him while nodding slowly. “Wow, that could be useful. Let me guess, the more stuff that’s written on the paper, the more the spell hurts? So no, like, secret-keeping everything about my mom.”

Prosser grimaced. “It’d probably take a long time to do that, or simply kill you in the process. You can only do a few words at a time. And give yourself at least a week between each casting to recover a bit.”

“Right, so it’s good for specific bits of info like phone numbers or names, but not entire concepts.” Looking down at the ash on my fingers from the burned paper, I rubbed the blackness. “Still handy.”

The man smiled sadly then, looking away for a moment. “It’s been useful before. Kutattca would have been glad that it could help you too. When he was alive, his greatest joy in the world was teaching.”

Swallowing at the emotion I could see, I hesitated before asking, “That name, is it Native American?”

Prosser nodded. “Yes, it’s from the group known as the Miwok. Kutattca was a dear friend, one of the first that I made after my awakening. But he was killed during the Heretic rebellion. Murdered by his own sister, Litonya. She’s part of the Committee, but he still thought he could trust her. He was wrong.”

The words made me flinch, mouth going dry for a moment. “One of the Committee members killed her own brother because he was part of the rebellion? That’s… ” A lot of words sprang to mind, none polite.

“Sibling against sibling, father against child,” Prosser confirmed in a low, regretful voice. “That’s what this war does. Some people can accept the truth about Alters, others always refuse to even consider it.”

“To the point of killing their own family,” I finished softly, looking away for a moment as a flash of anger at the… the sheer pointlessness of it ran through me. How much good could Heretics have done for the world if we actually focused on the nocen, the real threats while working with the good Alters?

Something else flashed into my mind then, and my eyes snapped back up. “Wait, Native American. You spent a lot of time with them. That Kutattca guy was your friend, and Mom had to hear about it from somewhere. Because she didn’t learn it from Crossroads. Have you heard of the Ring of Anuk-Ité?”

To my relief, the man nodded. “Of course. The legend of the double-faced witch. Eventually it was twisted into a story about a monster with a face on the back of their head, but that wasn’t the origin. I’m not surprised your mother knew about it. Kutattca used to tell her the story now and then. She loved it.”

“Please,” I pressed him to keep going. “It’s really important. For a… a friend who needs help. Please.”

Prosser smiled a little, his hand finding my arm to squeeze it before he continued. “A long time ago, tribes of natives on this continent traveled alongside what we would call Heretics, people who could see Alters and recognize when there were actual monsters around. One day, an old chief’s daughter was turned into one of these Alters. The legend varies on what exactly she was turned into. But the chief loved his daughter too much to abandon her, and he didn’t believe that she was evil. Yet he knew that if he took her back to the village, the ones that we would call Heretics would recognize what she was, and she’d be exiled at best, or even killed. So, he took his daughter on a trip to visit an ancient shaman. The shaman was said to have lived in the world since the first wind touched the first dust. They found the shaman, and the chief begged her to help his daughter, to cure her, turn her into a human once more.

“The shaman either wouldn’t or couldn’t do that. But she did enchant a ring for the man, a ring carved from the bones of a creature who, like the Pooka, was immune to a Heretic’s sight. With a special enchanted gem added to spread that effect, the ring was able to hide the chief’s daughter from the Heretics, so she appeared to be a normal human as long as she wore it. Which she did for a long time, until another creature killed her and took the ring. For some time after that, the creature used the ring to infiltrate villages, bypassing their protection. She would remove the ring, transform into her… monster-self and wreak havoc. Then she would simply disappear, put the ring back on, and return. It took a long time and a lot of luck for her to be caught. After that, the ring passed from hand to hand until it fell to Kutattca. When he died, my best guess is that it was inherited by his oldest living relative, his killer.”

“Litonya,” I finished. “The woman from the Committee. But how’d it go from her to a werewolf-heretic from Eden’s Garden? And why is it a necklace now? Just because it’s easier to wear than a ring?”

He shook his head. “That, I don’t know. But you may be able to get some information out of Kutattca’s descendant. She goes to that school of yours.”

I blinked at that. “Goes to–oh! Aylen. You mean Aylen Tamaya?”

The man chuckled slightly. “What are they teaching you up there?” His tone was teasing. “No. Tamaya is a Quechua name, from the area around Peru and Colombia. Kutattca was Miwok, from the California area. They didn’t cross over that much. Wrong hemisphere.”

“Then who–” I started before stopping. “Wait, I saw another Native American girl the other day, when Shiori and I were in the–” Flushing, I coughed before finishing with an awkward, “She was older. Her name was umm… umm… Namid?”

“An Ojibwe name,” Prosser replied. “Closer, yes. That would be her. It’s possible that she knows more about what happened to the ring, or how it ended up where it is now.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but Asenath spoke up first. “We’ve been having dreams,” she put in. “Twister and me. Dreams about… about helping Joselyn’s rebellion. I keep having a dream about the night the children were taken.”

Inclining his head in a nod, Prosser looked to her. “That’s not surprising. Given what Felicity has found out so far, it’s probably poking holes in the spell already, especially for people close to her. Like you two.”

“Kind of like you were saying about Joshua’s wife?” I asked. “About how if she tells anyone who she is, it risks breaking the spell and letting the Fomorians invade again.”

Nodding once more, Prosser paused while turning his head turned slightly. He seemed to be listening to something. “Your teacher is here,” he announced. “And she brought some company.”

He started moving to the back door then, even as I asked, “What—what do I tell her? What about Scott? I can’t just lie to her. I don’t like lying, especially to the people that are really trying to help me.”

The man paused with his hand on the knob, glancing back to me. “I would never stop you from telling the truth to those that you trust. Just be sure that you can trust them. And understand that information you give can have a way of spreading beyond your original intention, despite any care you may take.”

After another quick promise to be in touch if he found out anything else about my mother, the man was gone. About two seconds after that, the front door opened and Professor Dare called out, “Felicity?”

Nodding for the other two to get upstairs and out of sight, I hurried into the front hall. “I’m here, I–” I stopped talking, because Prosser had been right. Dare wasn’t alone. There were two men with her. One was a tall, white-haired man who looked to be in his late sixties. He looked like he could play Alfred in any given movie about Batman. Meanwhile, the other guy looked fairly young. He was handsome, with auburn hair that fell to his shoulders and very intense-looking gray eyes flecked with little bits of white.

I knew him. I’d never actually seen the man in person before, but I had seen his painting when we visited the hospital to check out Tangle. He looked even more impressive in the flesh. “You’re the—I mean, Baron?” I blurted blankly, flushing at my reaction. It was definitely him. The baron of Wyoming.

The older man looked like he was about to snap something, but the baron himself stepped forward. “Jeremiah Dallant, please. You can call me Jeremiah. And…” His face fell, eyes glancing toward the spot of blood on the floor where Scott’s body had been before Dare left with it as well as my own father’s fallen, slumbering form. I saw several emotions play out over the man’s face before he looked up again. “And I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am about the loss of your friend, Miss Chambers. You’re supposed to be under my protection while you’re here, and I’ve failed in that regard. I haven’t–” He paused, looking toward the other man. “Suttle, would you check the rest of the neighborhood, please? Let’s be sure that the necromancer and his creation haven’t left any other tricks lying around.”

For a moment, I thought that the older man was going to argue. But he finally sighed and gave a brief head tilt that was almost a bow. “Very good, sir.” His voice was stiff, and his cold eyes swept over me while not even bothering to hide the judgment in them before the man turned and walked back out.

“You sent him away on purpose,” I noted quietly once the other man was gone and the door was closed, folding my arms against my stomach tightly. “You didn’t want him to hear what you were about to say.”

He nodded slightly. “Yes. Suttle is a very useful friend to have, but he wouldn’t understand something like this.” Those intense eyes met mine as he continued. “As I said, I’m very, very sorry. I can’t begin to…” The man let out a long, low breath, clearly searching for words before he explained. “There were supposed to be Heretics here watching over this house and the neighborhood itself the entire time you were home. I’ve been preventing that, reassigning them to different work and not replacing them here.”

“What?” I blinked at that, my eyes widening. “Why would you–” Then I got it and looked to Dare, who gave me a slight nod of encouragement. “Gaia. She asked you to keep them away because of…”

“Because of the vampire,” the baron confirmed. “We didn’t want them to see her, and, well, I thought things would be all right here as long as you had that kind of protection. I’m sorry, I…” There was obvious pain in his eyes, clear regret. “I should’ve done more, should have found people to trust.”

“You–” My eyes flicked over to Dare once more before I went on uncertainly. “You don’t mind a… I mean you’re not—you don’t think that Asenath’s–”

“Evil?” he finished before shaking his head. “No. I… the baron before me, my father, he would have. He did some pretty—some pretty bad things. He and the old headmaster, Ruthers, they were close. Very close.”

“He disappeared,” I remembered. “Doctor Therasis said that the old baron disappeared fifty-three years ago. That was 1964. Which—which was the same year that… that…”

“Your siblings were taken,” Jeremiah finished for me, his voice quiet. “Yes. But he didn’t disappear. I killed him.”

My eyes widened at that. “You—you killed him? But why?”

“He was Ruthers’ first choice to take the children,” he explained. “They would have grown up in a home like I did. Only worse, because of who their mother was. I couldn’t let that happen, not to other children. So I killed him. Ruthers believes that my father was killed by the Rebellion as an act of retaliation for his part in assisting in the children’s abduction. Which means he believes that I hate the Rebellion with every ounce of my being. It’s a useful deception. He thinks he can trust me.”

The man shook his head. “But we’re getting off subject. That’s not important. What is important is taking care of–”

“Can I talk to my teacher alone?” I interrupted quickly. The baron knew about Asenath, he knew she was helping me. If we couldn’t trust him, if he was really working with Ruthers, this entire thing would’ve fallen apart by now. Even then, however, I felt like this was something that needed to be private.

If the man was offended, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smiled a little. “Of course. Go ahead. I’ll be outside with Suttle. Give us a call when you’d like both of us to come back in so we can adjust your father’s memory.”

He stepped outside, and I waited an extra few seconds just to be sure before blurting, “He’s not dead. Scott, I mean. He’s not dead.”

Dare looked both pained and confused. “Flick,” she started quietly. “You have to–”

“Just listen,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “I’m not crazy and I’m not in denial. He’s not dead. Scott—he—he’s a Pooka. You know, dead and then reborn, like a phoenix?”

“Flick…” Dare managed after staring at me for a few long seconds. “How do you—what happened while I was gone?”

My mouth opened, then shut, and I hesitated before slumping back against the wall. “You might wanna conjure a chair or something so you can sit down.”

“Cuz this is kind of a doozy.”

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  1. Have another early chapter, guys. 🙂 With some answers and stuff too. As well as hints about stuff that’s coming up. That’s always fun. Oh, and a new spell to learn! That’s fun too. Prosser, obviously, sees more power in the ability to keep secrets than he does in throwing giant magic swords around. Though he can do that too, when it comes down to it. 😉

    I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. We’ll be moving ahead a little bit in the next one to see Christmas itself before we finish with this arc. And we still have a couple mini-interludes to get to very soon as well, so you have those to look forward to. Well, I hope you look forward to them anyway.

    And you know what I look forward to? Your votes on Top Web Fiction! Yep, I look forward to each and every one of them. If you’d like to help with that, feel free to click here to either cast or renew your vote if it’s been a week since you last did it. They really do help get the story out amongst other people, so thanks to each and every one of you!

    Tags for this chapter are: Asenath, Felicity Chambers, Flick, Gabriel Prosser, I Told You Guys I’d Find A Way To Bring Namid And Hue Back Into The Story., Jeremiah Dallant, Suttle, Twister, Wait You Mean The Single Native American In Their Class Isn’t Coincidentally The One They Need To Talk To? What Sorcery Is This?

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  2. Quick note before anyone says anything, I’ve already fixed the slight mistake that was in Prosser’s explanation. Originally he *mistakenly* said that the ring went to Kutattca’s ‘only’ living relative, Litonya. Which obviously isn’t true since almost immediately thereafter, he referred to Namid as Kutattcha’s descendant.

    It was supposed to be (and is now fixed as) OLDEST relative, not only.

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  3. Hm, a spell that can pass on short messages by writting them on a scroll (basically).


    Like, “I love you”? Would that work? If it would, oh god Avalon, better brace yourself because soon you won’t be able to ever forget Flick’s affections LUL

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  4. Phew- quite a bit of stuff going on here, but Flick gets some answers to some stuff and a few more questions.

    Nice little magic spell that Prosser taught Flick in providing a way to securely pass brief notes to people (even if it’s limited) as well as ways to contact both him & Scott.

    And from this, looks like Litonya is pretty hard-core in her beliefs, after killing her own brother (who was Prosser’s friend) for siding with the rebellion after he approached her about it to try sounding her out about it. Wonder if that has something to do with her beef with Gaia, especially if Gaia’s seen as one of the most prominent rebel sympathizers at Crossroads?

    Oh, and we find out the story behind the Ring of Anuk-Ité, that it’s an ancient Native American artifact created from the remains of an Alter in order to allow the daughter of a chief who got turned into one to pass as human until she was later killed by a Nocen who used it to wreak havoc until being killed, and the ring ended up being passed along across several generations, until it finally ended in the hands of Litonya, who took it off the body of her brother.

    And that, in turn, raises an interesting question of just how such an artifact left the possession of a member of the Committee, and ended up in that amulet Pace wears to hide her werewolf nature. Could Litonya be part of the conspiracy that’s been targeting Avalon? Though it’d seem a bit odd for someone who’s as hardline as she is to be working with what amounts to a group of Nocen who’ve infiltrated the Garden, she’d probably have the connections to cause the security breaches on those last two hunts, and that attempt to drown Avalon, and she’d be powerful enough to arrange to kill Pericles, as well for the attack that put Tangle out of commission, when, presumably, she started to become a liability.

    Though, still, Flick, with what she knows now, is now aware of another student she might be able to ask about the legend of that ring.

    Oh, and what Flick’s doing and her interactions with Asenath & Twister is causing the memory wipe spell used to suppress the rebellion to start breaking down where those two are concerned. Perhaps there’s a limit on what the memory spell can hide, especially if someone outside of it starts making reminders of what’s going on.

    Then we finally get to meet the current Baron of Wyoming, and learn just why he’s trusted by both Gaia & Ruthers’ camps- his father was one of Ruthers’ hardliners and Jeremiah killed him for what he was planning to do with Joselyn’s children, but covered his tracks well enough that Ruthers thought the old Baron had been killed by the rebels in a revenge attack & from there, assumed that a desire for personal vengeance would make Jeremiah naturally fall into his camp.

    “Cuz this is kind of a doozy.”

    And the award for understatement of the month goes to… (*drumroll*) Flick Chambers! xD

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  5. I find Dallant’s reason for helping just a bit too good to be true. Hopefully I’m wrong, but I’m now very nervous about that man. He did just admit to running a decades long deception against a man, I’m not willing to take it on faith that he’s not pulling the same thing on Gaia.

    I can tell Litonya is a lot like Liam and almost certainly blames her own actions on Joselyn. *rolls eyes*

    One question:

    He paused, looking toward the other man. “Suttle, would you check the rest of the neighborhood, please? Let’s be sure that the necromancer and his creation haven’t left any other tricks lying around.”

    So… I imagine Gaia told Dallant about Fossor, but why is he mentioning “the necromancer” to Suttle if he doesn’t trust him? Did Dare include Fossor’s presence in her immediate report?

    I’m also surprised the whole “moving Heretics around to keep Asenath hidden” thing has not been noticed by Ruthers & Company… and now I’m more worried that he’s fooling Gaia and not Ruthers. Good thing he mentioned “the vampire” but not “the pooka.”

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    1. So… I imagine Gaia told Dallant about Fossor, but why is he mentioning “the necromancer” to Suttle if he doesn’t trust him? Did Dare include Fossor’s presence in her immediate report?

      Suttle knows enough to know that Fossor is after Flick. Dallant was keeping the fact that she’s working directly with Alters away from him. He trusts him as far as ‘big bad after this girl’ goes, but not quite as far as ‘and that girl is friends with Alters’ goes.

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      1. How does Jeremiah justify not informing the higher ups about Fossor to Suttle?

        He told him that they need proof it’s Fossor before they say anything, because he doesn’t want to cause a wide panic.

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  6. I mostly enjoyed this chapter, but do have two little complaints for it.

    First, Prosser mentions that he has to be going, and then proceeds to have several interactions with Flick. He gives her his number and a secret info spell, tells her the story about the Ring of Anuk-Ité, gave her some general advice, told her about how bad the Rebellion was for people. I get that he cut his actual exit really close but it still feels like he misjudged when he needed to leave by several minutes at least. It felt really strange to me that Prosser is in the scene for an entire third of the chapter after saying that he really should be leaving.

    Second, the Baron is coming off a little strong here.He literally just met Flick, and is telling her that not only is he on her side and doesn’t hate Alters, but oh yeah, also killed his dad for being the kind of person who would be besties with Ruthers. It is like he has been waiting to have that talk with Flick for so long that he got too eager and dropped that info as soon as possible instead of waiting for an appropriate moment. It isn’t wholly unbelievable, but it did strike me as a little forward.

    Not a bad chapter at all, and my two points above didn’t detract from how much I enjoyed it. Just things that I noticed that seemed a little off to me while reading.

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    1. First, Prosser mentions that he has to be going, and then proceeds to have several interactions with Flick. He gives her his number and a secret info spell, tells her the story about the Ring of Anuk-Ité, gave her some general advice, told her about how bad the Rebellion was for people. I get that he cut his actual exit really close but it still feels like he misjudged when he needed to leave by several minutes at least. It felt really strange to me that Prosser is in the scene for an entire third of the chapter after saying that he really should be leaving.

      To be fair/clear, he didn’t say that he had to leave immediately. All he said was that Dare would be back before long and that he couldn’t be there when she arrived. He was warning them to start asking things they really wanted to know about.

      And yes, he was about ready to leave sooner than he did. But he also cares a great deal about what happens to Flick’s family because of his history with them. So he pushed it longer than he intended to specifically because she kept asking questions/wanting more. It’s supposed to *somewhat* clash with what he said at the start in the sense of showing how much he’s wants to help.

      Second, the Baron is coming off a little strong here.He literally just met Flick, and is telling her that not only is he on her side and doesn’t hate Alters, but oh yeah, also killed his dad for being the kind of person who would be besties with Ruthers. It is like he has been waiting to have that talk with Flick for so long that he got too eager and dropped that info as soon as possible instead of waiting for an appropriate moment. It isn’t wholly unbelievable, but it did strike me as a little forward.

      Two things. One, he told her that much up front because he thought it needed to be said to make her understand why Dare would bring him in that far. After all, he just told her that he murdered his father. It kind of… gives ammunition to her. It was his way of showing trust in order to gain trust.

      And second, as far as he knew right then, one of her oldest friends was dead. He was trying to help by at least somewhat easing her probable paranoia about why he was there and what he was going to say.

      That said, yes, he has been waiting to talk to Flick and it kind of bubbled up. Quite intentional. 🙂

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  7. I like how in this chapter you described people from both sides of the conflict killing their family.
    I can’t help but think Lincoln might be safer with Heretics there than Asenath and Twister, although at least the latter can be trusted.

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    1. To add onto this, I like how we hear Jeremiah’s explanation for kinslaying because he’s on our side, and it sounds pretty reasonable. I’m sure Litonya’s reason for killing Kutattca seemed just as reasonable to her, but we don’t get to see it because she’s the bad guy. (Although of course, she IS in the wrong, don’t get me wrong. It’s just interesting seeing the different perspectives.)
      It’s really neat reading Gabriel’s explanation of the Ring of Anuk-Ité’s creation after reading the Mini-Interlude about that.


  8. We learned some interesting info this go around, imo. As did Fllick, what with Prosser giving her that spell. Also, “nice” to see that Litonya is a kinslayer. >_>

    Looking forward to the next one.

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  9. So Litonya killed her brother for siding with the rebellion but the ring managed to get to a pack of werewolves. Am I the only one thinking Seosten influence?

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