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Meegan had an ugly-looking cut on his are of the rock had ripped through his padded jerkin and chewed on into his flesh I reached out towards it Always start with a weak point

“Myltorc! Myltorcdaet the words out

I have to ad the upper hand after what see in ditches, and being terrified Here at last was a foe I could handle

“Oh, you’ll talk all right!” I used the er cousins hen they were sh to push around “You’ll talk” And I slappedhim to burn!

The results wereunderwhel but the decidedly unpleasant squishiness of his injury as he writhed and jerked beneathaway At least it see him, but that turned out to beelse, and he quieted down soon enough I tried harder Who knoorking ames we used to play in the palace, the sorcerer—always Martus, by dint of being the eldest brother—cast his spells with a strained face, as if constipated, squeezing his reluctant et the picture Lacking any better instruction, I put into practice what I’d learned as a child I crouched there on the mountain, one hand on my hopefully terrified victi to release

When it actually happened, nobody there was ic tingles—though itstole fro to the wrist What I first took to be a paling of the flesh becaht started to leak around hter than the sun within an stopped struggling and stared athurt into the little bastard Bright fracture lines started to spread across the back of my hand

The light and the warle extrerew colder, the rocks harder, the pain incracks frighteneda reminder of the fissure that had chased me when I broke the Silent Sister’s spell

“No!” I jerked ht of exhaustion that settled on me nearly pressed me to the rocks

A shadow loomed across us “Have you broken hi

I lifted hed several tian’s jerkin showed pale and unbroken skin beneath the blackening s where his wound had been “Shit”

Snorri tugged at the“Ready to talk?”