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Jude decided to answer, tilting his head back to look up at the shop owner. "Dad says that it's best not to use magic in a city cos folk there are st..." "Superstitious," Baise interrupted. "Because people in cities - humans in particular - can be superstitious about magic. They say that a...

Her curiosity only inspired his own. As she leaned across the counter, Baise listened to every words. Except for one brief moment where he warned Jude against reaching for the shelves. Baise had eyes on the back of his head. The boy might not have been his by blood but he had his own...

Jude seems perfectly happy with a simple sprog of chamomile. At least for now, Baise thought to himself. Jude twirled the stem, sending the white petals spinning around yellow. "Why ever would anyone want to blend in?" he asked rhetorically. Baise stood tall and pretended to brush something...

"What a charming way to greet your customers!" Baise declared in his sing-song voice. He was as well dressed as ever. Today he had a pale pink tunic that hung from his slender shoulders and a pale linen waistcoat over it. "Judenotouching!" he hissed quickly. Behind Baise was the young boy...

Caw! Fabrice cried out from Baise's shoulder. Jude made a small disappointed sound and stepped back. "That's it now," Baise encouraged. He stayed at the entrance to the cave until Jude was by his side. He looked to Amaryllis. "I'm worried because every promise made by a faerie is just a...

Jude laughed. He reached up and ran his fingers through the fur around her cheeks. His laugh became a gleeful giggle. "Jude. Step back slowly." The voice came firm and slow from the entrance of the cave. Jude jumped and turned around sharply. "But dad, this isn't a bear!" Jude protested...

"Wot? Into the cave?" Jude turned and looked behind him. "Yeah, but my dad's not far. He'll tell me off when he sees I walked too far." Jude seemed delighted, rather than worried about this fact. He took a step from left to right, admiring the bear as she moved around. "You're so big and...

No. But thank you! The boy's voice cut back across the path she had laid to speak into his mind. "I'm Jude," he then said out loud. He didn't seem at all afraid of the bear. He stepped to his left and then to his right to get a good look at her. Jude looked like a normal boy. He felt...

Three ravens flapped loudly and came to perch on the ruins of an old wall. It might have been the demarcation of an ancient settlement or the wall or a single hall. The landscape had reclaimed so much of the land it was hard to tell. "Caw!" A small boy emerged from the treeline, skipping a...

One eyebrow quirked upwards. "A fan of eagles? curious choice of phrase. Majestic indeed, though I have always preferred to watch a falcon in flight. Lighter, more direct." Baise found himself drawn into a peculiar sort of conversation, but it was far from the strangest of his experiences in...

Baise had left Jude with a trusted party. Not spending much of his time among the few social circles, he didn't have a sense of how this would be playing out. Baise also did not know if he would be here. Such a split between Master and Warlock was very rare, but theirs had been spectacular...

Witchhunter Steelspyre grinned. A number of teeth had been replaced by wood or ivory. There was no gloating in that expression. Just the joy at discovering the source of chaos and disruption so easily. "You want to confess boy. The wicked soul always wants to. Surrender to iron and we will...

"None of my business boy? If you even are a human. That sounded like a confession to me." The Witchhunter glanced over his shoulder, as if hoping for someone to bear witness. They were being watched by a pair of villagers, but from a distances. One black crow looking down at them from the...

"When you are...done..." Witchhunter Steelspyre actually looked shocked. He had stared down goblins and demons and witches. Yet the brazen response from the young man genuinely shocked him. Steelspyre closed his hand around the iron mallet at his belt. He believed in the immutability of iron...

The scraggy, gnarled face immediately snapped towards Lysander. The Witch Hunter lifted his chin and looked down his hawkish nose at him. "You?" The candles across his shoulders flickered in the breeze. "Man who summons beasts, worshipper of devil's and sodomiser of imps! Emerge and call...