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TEMPLE OF THE EVERBURNING FLAME At this, Grigori smiled. "Those doors will not keep us long," he said, speaking confidently. Marta seemed a touch regretful for making the suggestion, but how could she know that this was the kind of endeavor Grigori was all too pleased to offer himself for? A...

TEMPLE OF THE EVERBURNING FLAME "Then with all haste," Grigori said, both he and Marta venturing out and down the Temple's steps and into the courtyard. "Do you have a particular place in mind? One that is close?" Grigori asked as the two of them jogged. "I am not so familiar with our...

THE TEMPLE OF THE EVERBURNING FLAME Grigori crouched down beside Marta, setting down a bucket of water and soaking a rag in it and wiping the floor that had been cleared of the more substantial parts of the vomit. "Poorly," he said. "I think we will need to make another round of requisitions...

IN GILD "To the contrary," said Grigori, offering Marta a reassuring smile, "my heart feels as though it has again attained the vigor of the Everburning Flame itself." And with that, he swept by her, making like the other arriving Praetors and mounting one of the horses. He had spoken Regel's...

IN GILD By now the word was spreading like wildfire. Grigori and Marta had each told groups of Praetors they encountered, who in turn and with their own haste went to tell others, and soon enough a sizeable force was raised. By chance, he and Marta met again, and he told her where he was...

IN GILD Alarm brought a pallor to his face, and a rise of his brow. Grigori knew, of course, of Praetor Irene's raising of a maniple, about the Keepers of Oath, and about the recent departure of them all. Like everyone else in Gild, be they Praetor or Insan, Beyar or Noble, all thought their...

IN GILD Grigori found himself taken aback some by the Priestess's current beleaguered state, and, like a ray of the sun finding purchase through a gap in a blanket of stormclouds, he as well found himself instantly energized, enthralled even, by what serious matter had so rattled Marta in its...

IN GILD The Council of Praetors had just adjourned from the Senate Hall for the midday hour. Several invitations had been genially extended to him, asking if he would like to join this group or that group for lunch. He declined them all. What consumed Grigori Mikhal was a kind of...