Recent content by Amell Quillon

Amell nodded, the creased at the corner of his eyes disappearing but the warmth remained. He wondered if Lux liked being compared to him. Lux, of course, hadn’t said anything about this, but it often came to the forefront of Amell’s mind. They were brothers, it was was easy to see what they...

The home that Amell kept was not commonplace for the men of their notoriety and upbringing. Despite having a sizable allowance from his father and the pay he was entitled to as a Captain. He had spent almost twelve years serving in the Guard. His mouth twitched in distaste. It could have been...

Amell clasped his hands behind him, shoulders once again broad and straight. It pained him to stand this way, the dull throbbing in his knee radiating up to his lower spine, hitting that one nerve that made Amell want to crouch and hunch over like a beast instead of the man he was. His icy eyes...

"Families like ours," Amell said, words heavy with somber grace. "Should stick together. We may feel isolated when we see injustice and are angered by it, yet we know the masses will revolt., if we fix it without reeducating them. There are more that think like us, that seek peace and justice...

Amell only needed the name of the father to realize that the initiate beside him was Grendel Strand. He was sure that Grendel would not remember it, for he had been too young to remember much past yesterday when he first met Amell. Not that they had much of a meeting at all, Amell didn’t speak...

“It is admirable to celebrate those you love and respect, even long after they passed.” Amell agreed. He had no issues saying the word ‘love’ though he knew many did. To him, there was no greater feeling than to love someone or something, whether it was brief or for forever. It was not silly to...

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...