Recent content by Amell Quillon

The young man was right: as long as one of them remained with their mind and sense of reason intact then the legacy of Vel Anir wouldn’t die out. As long as one survived, they all survived. “No one I once loved is buried here, but there are some here that I once knew. I respected them so I...

“I was not.” Amell clarified, his velvety voice taking on the slightest hint of regret. “I was to the North. On that exact date…” he paused, as if he needed to remember what exactly he had done that day. “One of my men caught Violet Fever, his throat so swollen he did indeed look purple. Our...

“A bit young to be visiting,” Amell Quillon strode forth, dressed in his formal uniform. Every honor and award he had ever received would be found in ribbons and medals, some bronze, some silver, and one gold. He had ironed his uniform himself, every single layer deemed perfect by his own icy...

Two pair of pale eyes stared back at each other. Whereas the cool, limpid blue of Amell Quillon were remarkably neutral, the faint sunbeam gold of Leander Urahil’s eyes seemed to be bored. A messenger from Felix had come in early that morning when the sky was more gray than blue. Amell hadn’t...

Amell was quiet, letting the woman speak and voice his own thoughts. The Spears of Liberty, a nuisance at best but a lethal adversary at worst. They would be dampening any plans that Felix had and Amell had a suspicious feeling that if they were willing to kill the Minister of Finance then...

Amell slowly pulled the crumpled paper of the same symbol from his pocket. He had shoved the paper inside when he had fallen. He wouldn’t say such a thing, the fact that Elise Virak had seen it was already humiliating enough as it was, and the constant throb of pain in his knee was the reminder...

It was embarrassing when he fell over. Amell was unable but to follow his body, a crack and pop in his knee that echoed like a dry branch broken in half. He was on top of the purple initiate, his body easily caging hers in a way that might have looked erotic if they came in now and didn’t...

“Yes, your recovery,” Amell murmured, now only mirroring Elise. He took a few steps closer towards Kristen, his glacial gaze roving over her. It was far more analytical than lascivious, and when he looked at Kristen’s face, he admired the work of the healer. She looked far better than when he...

A tight cord stood out against his neck and as Amell swallowed back his angry words, inhaling deeply as if that could somehow ease the indignant flames in his chest. The exhale of breath through his nose was slow and deliberate. “Right, seems you forgot about our agreement.” He turned away...

He was thankful when someone more knowledgeable than him finally came to deliver the aid that Kristen so desperately needed. The Captain was quick to get out of the way, although he stood nearby and watched over the whole thing as if he could comprehend what the dreadlord was doing. He didn’t...

“Captain Quillon.” He mumbled, but his frustrations were more in his cursed knee than at Elise. He could admire someone who wanted to help, but wanting to help and actually helping were two different things. Yet, Elise seemed to have no problem with helping in a way that perhaps Amell should...

Amell had looked smug, victorious even. He knew the letter didn’t make any sense, and he felt a sense of pride to show her and see the frustration in Liliana’s orange eyes that she couldn’t decipher it either. He had expected her to speak about the letter in one of three ways: to once again deny...

Kristen wasn’t right behind them? Amell paused, looking back over his shoulder. When he looked back at Elise, there was no guilt or remorse on his face. Felix wouldn’t care if Amell if saved Kristen Pirian, a young woman not on his radar. Felix would care immensely if Amell took care of Elise...

While Liliana spoke, Amell continued to prod and poke Everleigh with his boot. She didn’t make a sound, much to his dissatisfaction. He let her plea hang in the air between them for a moment before he decided to look at her. He considered her request and the fact that she was shackled, unable...

Amell stepped back into the small officer office, his slicked back hair far less neat than it had been minutes ago. His large hands were focused more so on collecting these shorter strands that had fallen loose, as if he needed to keep his appearances proper for the prisoners of this Border...