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Chapter Fifty Eight
The previous evening
" and as it reasonable for one man to master himself, in all things controlling his own nature, so should we expect that a mage is capable of controlling their own wilder impulses without the threat of violence. As every man is his own judge before the Maker, so should-"
Anders' hand stilled, staring at the words he had written before scowling and tearing the page from the journal. Another hour wasted, as he crumpled the paper in his fist and tossed it into the nearby camp fire; he bitterly turned to a blank page and waited for inspiration to strike, his quill hovering for what seemed like an inestimable amount of time before he made a derisive sound and tossed the journal on the ground behind him.
It does the cause no good to give up now.
The words were not voiced gently, and Anders ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm not going to write rubbish just for the sake of writing. And you've hardly been
Folly: Part FourFolly: Part Four4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The grey sky had just begun to lighten when he kissed her on the brow and murmured her name. She stirred and stretched with a yawn, before tensing when she realised she was still in his arms and still quite naked; the blush that bloomed over her cheeks was adorable and he kissed her nose gently.
"Good morning," he whispered.
Her smile was endearingly shy as she whispered "Um, good morning."
He kissed her softly and she moaned quietly, her hands creeping hesitantly up to his shoulders. He lost himself in her for a few minutes, that alluring taste making his head spin with need. When he finally broke away they were both panting slightly.
"It's about time for them to start serving breakfast," he said, laying a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "If you head out now, the corridors will still be relatively empty. I should be able to get away."
She nodded, then blushed again; she wrapped the sheet tightly around herself as she struggled to her feet and began to dash around in
Through These Pages Pt2My Dear Lady,Through These Pages Pt24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Words cannot express how delighted I am that my words sparked such inspiration within you. Truly, you honour me no end by choosing to find comfort from my humble letters. I must admit to finding myself curious as to the identity of the woman whose life I have apparently rescued- might a humble saviour beg your indulgence to learn a little more of you? Who, for example, do you mourn so passionately that your very belief in yourself could be so shattered? Why do you believe that they would despise you for doing your very best to protect and defend them? I ask your forgiveness if my questions seem too forward, I merely seek to understand what could drive such an impassioned woman to such extraordinary lows.
Additionally, I can hardly object to your affectionate words when I myself used such an endearment first. As it is, I take no offence from your exuberance, my dear anonymous lady.
With Apologetic Curiosity, Your Concerned Friend
Marian nearly dropped the letter in
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Chapter Sixty Two
Garrett felt his stomach surge in horror as he dropped to his knees beside Anders. The mage had a wound on his forehead that was bleeding sluggishly, a line of red curving down his cheek and his neck, and although the gash looked painful he didn't seem to pay it any heed. Tahlie was deathly still in his arms, her eyes closed and her face relaxed despite the vicious burns on her wrists.
He tried to push back the panic rising in his throat. "Is she-?"
"Alive," Anders whispered; the layers evident in that single word were staggering. Panic and guilt and sorrow and love and hysteria and more, all sobbed in the space of two syllables. His arms tightened around her, and his fingers were brushing down the side of her face. "She's alive. I didn't kill her."
Garrett let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "What's wrong with her then?" he asked hesitantly, feeling the others crowd into the cell behind him. Merrill put her hand on his shoulder, and he absently
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The flames licked against the night sky, disturbingly quiet as they ate away at the skeletal frame of the house. Anders stood and stared, hypnotised by the macabre scene; as a mage, he was so used to the violent roar of a fireball, the terrifying boom and thunder and sizzle of fire raining down from the sky. It was eerie to watch the house burn with only a dull rumble that echoed up through the soles of his feet. Occasionally something cracked and splintered, the collapse sending sparks flying high into the air.
It was far too quiet.
He supposed he should have felt something, or rather been able to put a name to what he was feeling just then, but there was just too much there. Before him, the safe house burned, and he just didn't know if he could fathom that. They'd been so careful, so desperately careful and for this place to be the first attacked? It hardly seemed logical for this house, this home, perched on a wooded headland far along the Wounded
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Chapter Sixty Seven
Anders stared up at the canopy of the bed and listened to Tahlie splashing around in the wash room. He had to tell her about Hawke's offer. The offer that was as generous as it was insulting, because Maker take it all, as grateful as he was to have somewhere safe and clean for Tahlie to sleep at night, it drove home how completely and utterly he'd failed her. When he'd met her all those years ago in Amaranthine, she'd longed for simple things like a family, a home of her own, and peace from the trauma that seemed to plague her. He'd failed her on every single front, and it was a blow to his ego that the best he could offer her was a cramped mine shaft for a home. She deserved this, the fancy house and the warm bed and the ability to sleep at night without wondering if they were going to be dragged away in the dark by Templars.
She deserved to sleep above ground, and not in the dark twisting tunnels of the undercity that seemed so close and heavy and cr
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Chapter Sixty Three
Cullen paused halfway through explaining a complicated shield block manoeuvre to his newest recruits and looked back over his shoulder. "Yes?"
The knight responsible for interrupting the lesson bowed respectfully, fist clenched over his breastplate. "Apologies, Knight Captain, but you have a visitor."
Waving over one of the lieutenants to continue the lesson, he shucked his hauberk and dumped the chain shirt and practise shield by the weapons rack. The relief from the weight and the heat was immediate and he rolled his shoulders in appreciation as he made his way over to the waiting Templar. "Well, I assume you have more to say than simply 'you have a visitor'. Why exactly am I being pulled away from training duties? And if the answer is anything less than 'yes ser, the Divine herself is here, ser' I will not be impressed."
"I would not have interrupted, ser, but the issue seemed urgent. He was quite insistent that he bee
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Chapter Sixty Six
"Hawke is buying."
"Like the Void I am! I've just spent the last three days dragging all of you out of numerous scrapes and tangles, so you should all be buying me drinks. For at least the next six months."
Isabela pouted and slumped against Varric's table. "But Haaaawke "
He crossed his arms and propped his feet up on the vast stone table, eyebrow raised. "So, I drag my arse up and down the coast for four days, fighting giant spiders and corpses and slavers and something the elf gods made while they were smoking Felandaris-"
"Garrett!" Merrill sounded scandalised.
Garrett rolled his eyes, but he reached over and tweaked her ear affectionately. "My dear, you told me your gods made that thing from rocks and trees and wind and rain- all I saw was a gigantic, mutated spider made of stone that drooled way too much and ate one of my favourite gloves. If your Creators weren't smoking something when they made it, then whoever told you they we