Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 118699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
An expansion inside his chest, a sense of endless possibility. “It is done then.” No doubt the Cadre had noticed his amber ring, perhaps even the amber in the hilt of her sword, but no one had said anything on the point. This mingling of sigils, however, was a statement that couldn’t be ignored—or undone.
“Till the end of time, lover.” Zanaya’s kiss was starlight and ebony rain.
Alexander, Archangel of Persia, opened out his arms and surrendered to it, to her, to them. Till the end of time.
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Above the fortress, a conspiracy of ravens buoyed by a wind of perfect strength and direction flew a pattern intricate. Had anyone below been able to track their movements, put it on paper, they’d have seen a gift between consorts.
Not so far distant, in a land of sand and life, people pointed and cried out in wonder as the Nile rippled with fallen stars in a shape no earthbound mortal could hope to divine, but a rare few lucky angels high in the sky managed to see: an ankh in which sat a raven.
And far below the earth, a seer mad with her visions smiled . . . and allowed herself to rest.