Realm Breaker

“I’d wager this is near two hundred years old,” Sorasa sighed, eyeing the ironwork. “And yes, I have a trick. He is quite large and quite annoying,” she added, looking pointedly at Dom.

orasa startled. Even she could not hide her flush. “You speak Ibalet?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dom what you called him.”
Behind them, Dom huffed along, his boots calamitous on the docks. “I do not care for a murderer’s opinion,” he said, a clear lie.
Corayne suspected he would care very much. After all, Sorasa had called him a stupid, stubborn ass. Although, she thought, my translation might not be accurate.

“Unless you die,” Sorasa said airily, pulling hard on the door.
“Gods willing, if it means never seeing you again,” Dom muttered as it opened.

“It makes you restless; it makes you ambitious; it gives you a want so deep you can hardly name it.”

It makes you restless; it makes you ambitious; it gives you a want so deep you can hardly name it.”

That was not my intent.”

Restless and searching, hungry for a place to belong but hesitant to drop anchor.

Beneath her mother’s influence there was Corblood in her veins, as vital to Corayne’s being as roots to a tree. And just as tangled. She struggled with it, grappling with what she could not understand.

To those who seek and never find