Grace Chetwin
Chetwin's Space
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How like Urolf (Feyrwarl) looked, except that his face had been used in quite a different way, thought Wycan, noting the laughter lines around his eyes. Feyrwarl wasn’t smiling now. “You rejected your own son, you presumably caused his death …
Looking down, Wycan couldn’t even see the ground on which he stood. On a thought, he bent to touch it, and felt … nothing. “The ground’s gone too,” he went on slowly. “I am standing in the middle of … nothing.” A clap of thunder cracked the s
You broke up the Yul Kinta clan, you destroyed this realm. Would that you had never been! Wycan whirled about to see two figures there: Thrulvar and the other. Wycan looked into that face and knew. Did he not look into one just like it every
Leana’s face was white and anxious. “Gom?” “He’s headed for the Concourse.” “Then so are we. Elder Hanselor?” Hanselor raised his arm. “Forward with all speed. Young Althlafor’s in danger of his life!”--- Send in a voice message: https:/
“As for one race being better than the other: my lady, like it or not, you are part Yul Kinta now—with your son.” For a moment, it looked as if she would strike him. Then she simply stood and strode away.--- Send in a voice message: https:
His mother slipped, scraped off the cliff wall, then rebounded off towards the falling water. Wycan grabbed at her arm but to his horror his hand passed right through it! Reaching her, the nearer figure caught her by the mantle. The mantle gave
(Gom): “When will (Leana) waken, do you think?” “By this night’s end, we should know.” “Know?” Gom’s throat was dry. . . . “After living in our woods, Leana may now be part-Yul Kinta. . . . If she is unchanged - if she’s still fully human -
You would have me meet with Vala? You must, if you’d awaken. Mage, the spell that binds me lies beyond her powers. Is there an Elder with them? I don’t know. Gom barely hid his dismay. After all the effort and sacrifice, Leana might still di
(Wycan) opened his pack and pulled a bite. But he didn’t settle down to sleep. Every slightest sound brought him to his feet, empty-handed, defenseless against tooth and claw, until he almost wished for Gom to come again. . . .--- Send in a
’Tis my own first knife that I got when I had learned to throw. I long outgrew its heft … may it serve you well. . . . Wycan slid the knife back in its sheath. If you find your father, remember me. For long, Wycan sat staring out into the d
As Keke rose to dive again, Wycan reached out and touched her thought. Not mad, not mad at all. Only deeply anxious to the point of panic. About what? Danger! Beware! Danger! Wycan closed his eyes, caught a flash of boiling waters broken by jag
[Keke]: “That . . . boy you took up with. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Wycan? . . . “You’ve seen him? He’s down?” “Down and gone! Too far for you to catch.” Keke’s voice narrated by Anya Eleni.--- Send in a voice message: https://podca
Before (Wycan), the track curved towards the right. There, to his left, the smaller one trailed off into mist. One last look he took up the slope behind him, then headed down towards the Dunderfosse.--- Send in a voice message: https://podc
Heat rushed up, breaking into sweat across his brow. Up under the peak, the song he’d heard coming from her bed: mothers sang it to soothe their newborn into sleep. . . . The strange and lovely shawl with which she’d bound him to her: a baby sh
Maybe passing under [the entrance grille] had somehow dislodged the iron housing. If so, he was well and truly stuck, why he could die down there, except— His eye went to the torch. Those things did not last forever. Someone had set that flame
Ystrid’s scowl deepened. . . . “Explain yourself.” Wycan gazed back at her, unflinching. The fire was still there, undiminished—but overlaid with something else. . . . Reaching out, he nudged her mind’s edge: Fear. Wycan watched her beat it do
(Ystrid) broke off in mid-cry, a look of blank astonishment upon her face. Wycan half-turned to see what she was staring at. “Wycan?” Too late, Wycan realized that she was gazing right at him--- Send in a voice message: https://podcaster
Gom) pulled a light, sent it bobbing up above his head, and gazed around on utter devastation. Only the bed remained intact. On it lay a small gray-green bird, eyes closed, unmoving--- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com
“You know—” Ystrid paused. “My father never let us up here. I would see her now.” “Highness.” Ythac climbed onto the dais and drew aside the curtain, but even as Ystrid moved to join him, he let the curtain drop and whirled about. “She’s gone!
“Oh, I see you now,” (Leana) said. “He’s called Wycan, you say? And a young man? I cannot believe it.” “Here. Take my hand, we’ll go up so you can see for yourself.” Leana reached out, grasped his fingers. The instant she did so, Gom cried ou
Gom couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Was it a waking dream, coming upon him as they used to up on Windy Mountain? Out of nowhere, born of some urgent need, to warn him of some danger, or show him something hidden from his normal sight? “Gom, wha
The massive gate ground inwards, just wide enough to let men through in single file. A fresh squad moved out smartly, the returning crew went in. The gate groaned shut. The bars screeched back into place. Gom and Wycan were inside.--- Send
“We must move out, heal wounds, repair the damage between the lake folk and us. Take chances, offer what we have for mortal folk out here. Share our knowledge, put our gifts at their service.”"Yul Kinta? Helping mortals? Hah! It is not in our
“You mean you can hear what someone’s thinking?” Gom didn’t sound so friendly any more. “Not words,” Wycan explained quickly. “More like a feeling or mood. I’m not very good at it yet. I only just found that I can do it.” “Oh, really.” Gom was
Gom pulled the stopper and dripped its fulsome contents onto Wycan’s tongue. . . . Wycan swayed, grabbed for the table, and held on . . . Gom watched him anxiously. . . . “Are you alright?” Wycan looked up, glassy-eyed. . . . “I’m fine. . .
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