Cania. A distant, cold, barbaric land. When Mus'un is posted there as the new spymaster for the Fourth Corner, he assumes the most interesting part of his life is over. He is wrong. En route to Cania, Mus'un must pass through Greve Sindal--a land seething with rebellion. And as he is drawn to the secrets of the rebels, Mus'un stumbles across something that not even the Fourth Corner could have expected: a secret great enough that he might be able to buy his way back home. A short story set in the world of the Rim and the Shore. Approximately 23k words, 70 pages print.
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|Title of Fantasy eBook: Words Falling Like Fire|
|Release Date: 02-11-2012|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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Words Falling Like Fire
Mus’un urged his horse closer to the carriage. The sound of voices, thin with age and tight with excitement, drew him in like the hahsun smoke from a dreamer’s pipe. The closest of the carriage’s guards gave him a dark look, shrugged heavy shoulders, and let his horse fall back to walk between Mus’un and the carriage.
It should have ended there. Mus’un had promised, more than once, to stop this sort of thing. But those voices—old women, definitely, and sometimes the old were the ones most worth listening to. Hand hidden by the horse’s body, Mus’un shaped cheiron awa, first cheiron of all the schools of sorcery. The gateway spun open. Rainbow-specked light bled through that hole between worlds in tiny streamers carried by the stiff wind of the valley. The cheiron, the gateway, was the first part of all magic.
Whispering the secrets words, the hepisteis, under his breath, Mus’un shaped the escaping chaotic energy, giving it form and purpose. A heartbeat later, the spell was finished. He let cheiron awa spin shut, vanishing as though it had never existed. A simple calming spell; Khaman sorcery, the school to which Mus’un belonged, specialized in enchantments of deceit and revelation—two sides of the same coin. The spell Mus’un had shaped would ease the guard’s worries....