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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(102) by Anne Bishop
  • “On top of that, Perzha lives in a village called Little Weeble.”

    “You’re joking.”

    “No, I’m not.”

    “Is there a Big Weeble?”

    Lucivar shook his head. “If you ask anyone in the village about the name, they give you a wink and say if you understand where the name came from, then you’ll understand the name.”

    “But they don’t tell outsiders.”


    “And this is where you’re sending Falonar?”

    “Perzha offered to take him, as a favor to me.”

    “Why are you letting him remain in Kaeleer?”

    Lucivar turned away from the window. “Because he won’t be in my face every day, but he won’t be that far away if I need to deal with him. And because I’ve learned a few things from you and Father about the just payment of debts.”


    Lucivar smiled. “Despite her eccentricities, Perzha is a Queen with the kind of bloodlines that puts her above most other aristo families. Which means she doesn’t give a damn about being aristo. Rather like Father in that way.”

    “Ah. So for someone like Falonar, who defines everything by whether it’s aristo . . .”

    “I figure serving Perzha for the next three years will be punishment enough.”


    Hearing a burst of male laughter in the corridor outside his room, Falonar choked on bitterness. He’d been in Little

    Weeble only two days. He would go mad if he had to spend the next three years among these people, serving this Queen. And not even in her First Circle, which was where he should be, given his caste, rank, and aristo bloodlines. No, he was a Third Circle escort who was always kept under the watchful eye of the Master of the Guard or confined to his bedroom or the common rooms when he wasn’t on duty.

    He was isolated, alone, the only Eyrien in the whole damn Province. And this land! Water on one side, farmland on the other. And what these people considered hills was laughable.

    What was the point of living in Askavi if he couldn’t live in the mountains?

    Not his choice. Nothing was his choice. He couldn’t ride the Winds without permission. He couldn’t contact other Eyriens without permission. He could barely take a piss without permission.

    Lucivar had survived centuries of this treatment when he was a slave.

    Further proof that Yaslana wasn’t a real Eyrien. But Lucivar did understand Eyrien pride. Being exiled from Ebon Rih when he’d hoped to rule the valley was shaming, but being forced to serve a Queen like Perzha and admit to living in a place called Little Weeble was the real punishment.

    He deserved something better, something more!

    The room dimmed. He felt an odd pressure inside his skull. No, that pressure was in the abyss, near the level of his Sapphire strength, surrounding his Self and pulling it down slowly, gently, past his Sapphire web.

    *Something better?* a deep voice crooned. *Something more? A place you truly deserve? I know exactly where you should be.*

    Claws hooked into his Self, pulling him down down down into the abyss, far too deep for his mind to withstand. He fought, trying to escape, but he could no longer sense his body, could feel nothing but crushing pressure.

    And then he felt nothing at all.

    Falonar opened his eyes and stared at the night sky. How did he get outside? The unbearable pressure was gone, but his head felt stuffy, his body ached, and he couldn’t seem to reach the power that always flowed within him.

    He tried drawing from the reservoir of Sapphire strength stored in his Jewel—and found nothing. He reached for the reservoir in his Birthright Opal.

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