"She smiled. She liked this feeling of power. Of bending the political reality to her will. Of being completely and utterly in control. Inevitably others would have meetings, dinners, calls with Bertrand Dwendal, and the game would start anew. But she was always one step ahead. She was on top. As she stepped into the elevator, she heard one more whisper: Well, she’ll fall eventually, like everyone else."
Astrid Becke is on top. She has reached her goals. The quest is completed. But this story has just begun.
Also: Eadwulf Grieve needs to get some information from Verin Thelyss – and finds more than he was looking for.
Also: Caleb and Essek being cute.
(Edited to reflect how this fic is growing.)
In a world filled with mortals, demons, nature spirits, magic, and curses, extraordinary things can happen. A mortal could die, and if time, circumstances, and power aligned they could find themselves brought back as something else. Something more than what they were in some respects, but cursed by the actions of their pasts and by the needs of their new forms.
Caleb had another life and another name once. Now, in his effort to understand what has happened to him, he has travelled to Rosohna, the city of the dark elves. There, he could find an unlikely ally in the aloof Shadowhand of the Kryn Dynasty, and, perhaps, find a way to forgive himself for the mistakes that Bren had made.
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23 Aug 2022