The Unwoven Tapestry Book 2
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Size: 0.81 x 9.00 in
Pages: 292
Size: 0.73 x 9.00 in
Pages: 290
With Ruben missing and no sign of their enemy, Donovan races to uncover the mysteries of blood magic and train a new generation in New Seeking. Away from the familiar halls of the Order, he trains with Annette to develop the skills to lie and secret his true self amongst the nobility and whatever spies may skulk in their midst. Donovan encounters changed relationships, rediscovered and more complex than he ever wished, and he longs for Whitman’s good humor, which is in short supply.
Whitman himself struggles to unearth and connect his own threads of insight through heartbreak and daunting challenges as he digs through layers and centuries of deception and historical indoctrination.
Throughout all, Ruben drowns in fear and danger, managing breaths of revelation and enlightenment that threaten to unravel everything he once understood to be true. He is determined to be of use to his friends when they come for him before his resolve trickles away, taught and taunted by the Smiling Man whose knowledge appears to stretch for generations.
Publisher: Water Dragon Publishing
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Word Count: 94000
Languages Available: English
Word Count: 94000
Languages Available: English
Ruben ate a piece of dried meat, relishing the sensation of salt burning on his tongue. He rationed his food, not sure when it would be refilled. He hadn't been starved yet, but with no sense of time in this prison, he didn't want to risk it.
Sleep destroyed any count of hours he might have had. Was he tired because it was always dark, or had he been awake for sixteen hours? Did he sleep for eight hours? Five? Twelve? In the beginning, he'd raged and screamed himself hoarse, scarred his hands and knuckles on the rough, stone walls of his prison, bruised his body by throwing himself at the door, but no one had come. The only times he saw another person was when they brought his food and water, never with any regularity that he could track, and they never spoke to him, or even made eye contact. It was like he didn't exist.
READ MOREMegic was the only outlet for his mental simulation - that and exercising when he wasn't too depressed to be active, which was often enough to concern him. With the nightmare still in mind, he knew that he wouldn't fall asleep again soon, so he closed his hands around the fire he'd called to bear. He changed it once more to lightning and watched as it popped and crackled unpredictably, but even so, something about it was calming to him, even while it made his heart race with excitement.
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