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Tall, handsome, skilful Elim—of course it would be him. Not yet a month past fourteen, but talented, and with Aquilon and Timala lost he was now the Tribe’s best hunter. Atop that, he was one of very few blessed to endure the fog without malady. Unless a Growler took him, his life would be an uncommon long one. That, along with his skill, should have been a gift to the Tribe.

But always against it stood his temperament.Continue Reading

“It’s a remarkable piece, Mr. Zaraschel.”

Jonathan smiled and nodded. The wealthy and influential milled around the exhibition—it was the first time he’d been in their company. They were the best-dressed and most beautiful people he’d ever seen, and their scents rose and fell on the air as they passed by—musk gave way to freesia, then to spice, then to peaches.Continue Reading