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Xeraphine Yldore Samantha Black Afanas continued to look at Xeraphina, unblinking. This was not, it should be noted, a deliberate attempt at intimidation. Afanas simply didn't need to blink. His eyes lubricated themselves automatically, a feature that had proven surprisingly useful over the...

Afanas reached out, his huge, ivory-pale hands grasping the box, fingers curling delicately around its lower corners with the careful precision of someone who has, on previous occasions, been handed boxes that turned out to contain things like venomous serpents, explosive runes, or, on one...

Afanas's eyes landed on the hooded woman, inspecting her face, darkened by the shadow cast over the pale skin by the hood she wore. He did not recognize the woman. Neither her features nor her voice matched that of any of his colleagues nor the local merchants he had acquainted himself with...

The thing about being seven feet and four inches tall, Afanas reflected, was that you could never quite achieve the sort of casual lean that shorter men managed so effortlessly against pillars. You ended up looking like a gargoyle that had gotten confused about which building it was meant to be...

Thraah Irman Harefoot Beatrice Orabela Tuncan MacKraser Pneria Petrus Ritus Iskandar Afanas tracked the chaos with pinpoint precision. Where others might have struggled to process the maelstrom of motion, his mind dissected each element with mechanical efficiency, every sword arc, every...

Beatrice Orabela Irman Harefoot Petrus Ritus Iskandar Pneria Tuncan MacKraser Afanas grunted, the sound carrying all the bitter displeasure of a warrior forced to ply his trade in the worst possible arena, surrounded by perfumed nobles and their delicate porcelain, by women in silk and men...

Beatrice Orabela Petrus Ritus Iskandar Afanas's countenance didn't change and his expression remained as flat as it was unreadable. "I am not your sworn sword, Miss Orabela. My covenant is with the city itself, its protection encompasses all who dwell within its bounds, and amongst those...

Feyrith Afanas tilted his head at her wryness, a ghost of a sound moving in his throat, half a hum, half a blade testing its edge. The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile. He settled back, long frame coiled like a panther at rest, and drummed once on the table with a single clawed...

Beatrice Orabela Petrus Ritus Iskandar Irman Harefoot Pneria Tuncan MacKraser Afanas moved slowly, yet soundlessly. His clothes didn't shuffle nor did his feet make a single noise as he made his way from standing beneath the shade of a tree, cleverly concealed by two bushes, to being just...

Charlemagne The courtyard breathed with restless ambition, a living tableau of flesh pressed against stone. Beneath the Keep's towering shadow, the recruitment continued its methodical pulse, officials bent like carrion birds over their ledgers, quills scratching names into existence while the...

Feyrith Afanas kept quiet. The tavern noise faded to a low murmur. The air smelled of ale and iron. Candles guttered. He let Feyrith finish and watched the way her small, delicate lips moved with each syllable. His stillness made the room uneasy. He neither smiled nor scowled. His eyes...

Feyrith He inclined his head, a courtly gesture made strange by the predator’s height and the dark, unblinking cast of his eyes. “I try to be kind, for I wasn’t shown much kindness and would hate to subject another to the same treatment I endured.” The words landed with careful gravity, as if...

Feyrith Rae'twyn Suvalissaere Afanas’s face tightened into a scowl, the expression carving new architecture into that pale, porcelain countenance. Feyrith’s choice of words had been a blade slipped between ribs, clumsy, but it found a tender place all the same. Just because he was unaccustomed...

Afanas sat in the shade as if he had grown there, a tall black graft stitched to the trunk of the afternoon. The bench was a toy beneath him, a confession of smallness that creaked at every adjustment of his weight. He did not fidget. He had learned long ago that stillness was its own kind of...

Feyrith Rae'twyn Suvalissaere Afanas stiffened, as if some small offense had set a blade of ice along his spine. He stared at the beggar. He blinked—once, twice, again—and the line of his mouth went taut. A color like bruise-purple rose under the porcelain of his cheeks, the only confession...