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From various points in Rain Summoner:
Circle
[Redacted] would have to be carried, but the simplest methods of doing so were barred due to injury.
"Here." He knelt lower and had the thin arms loop around his neck without breaking their circle a second time. It was difficult, but with the anchor, he managed to heft the boy up by the legs, supporting the weight on one side. At least this would see them out faster.
edit: forgot to put a break for spoilers
Appear
Stryn cast a glare to the odd, bloated shapes hiding beneath a carpet of moss lining the great hall. "Don't disturb them," he said with a revolted sneer. "Touch nothing in Dol's halls if you can manage it."
Han glanced to the odd shapes again and went dizzy with understanding. Most of the figures slouched as if in slumber, but some appeared to have been frozen as they attempted to crawl away. Several times, the Riders were forced to step over a body lying in the middle of the walkway.
Limit
Marcello led them onto a dock where a group of shipwrights worked on repairing a vessel that had taken a mssive beating. He swung out his arm to draw their attention to the ship. "This one still ventures out to do covert trade in Niloufarian waters," he told Sadira, who gazed at it with even more displeasure than before. "It took heavy damage on the last trip, as you can see. But the shipwrights haven't deemed it unfit to sail, so out it may travel again in a few weeks' time. If the owner can fund it, that is. They may deem it more profitable to limit its travel to inland seas."
Branch
Ice spread over the canal. It moved in branches until the surface from one street to the other turned white under the moon.
From the second book in Rain Summoner's series, the first line of the chapter I'm currently working on:
On most mornings of late, a new and hideous smell carried on the breeze from the docks. The foul, overly sweet notes climbed deeper in the nose than most, poisoning the air and summoning a surplus of insects to battle for control of the pantry.
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From Rain Summoner:
Given Han's slack-jawed wonder at the coin she offered (and his impressing upon her she must not let his father become aware of it, though he provided no reasons as to why), Sadira hardly expected to find precious metals glittering about their abode. What startled and confounded her was that their only tools were made of wood and clay, and none of them in terribly good condition.
As boastful of Mardesal's iron as its diplomats and navy remained, she could not fathom why its populace should be so bereft of the pride. No matter how she scoured the room, it seemed Han and his father possessed not a single iron nail between them.
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Under a cut for some spoilers and Content Warning for a reference to execution
Fracture
Rain Summoner
Beneath the music, a deep voice spoke quietly in a language she had never heard. The words were fractured and muffled. The voice and music swam in and out of the static like carp searching for food until both the song and speaker disappeared entirely. Even the crackling stopped.
Forgive
The ambassador's features hollowed in the light of her lamp. "Forgive me," he said, turning his gaze from her and taking a sip from the flask she had brought him. "I cannot answer you in good conscience. I would rather make my requests for a final meal."
Fingerprint
From the second book in Rain Summoner's series:
(closest i could find in any WIP!)
Without asking [Sadira] to reconsider, he pushed the image towards her with a careful hand, placing his fingers strategically to avoid smudging the charcoal.
She resisted the urge to glance down a second time, keeping her gaze trained on the Captain. He observed her curiously in turn.
Forget
Not for the first time, Sadira wondered what her role in all their lives going forward might be. She would hardly be a constant figure. It seemed inevitable they would forget about her as the years passed once she went home across the sea.
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From an unspecified point in Rain Summoner's series:
Something smooth and dark glinted in the depths of the drawer. Curious, Sadira reached in, having noted how little glass or pottery resided in the house. From beneath the papers, she carefully dredged the bottle into the light from the ceiling.
Painted vines coiled around its mouth, adorned in rosebuds and spotted beetles. Wondering if it were perfume, she dug at the cork until it loosened and sniffed tentatively at the lip.
It was not perfume, or if it was, it had gone rancid. Pungently sweet notes of something familiar rose faintly from within, suffocated by the crumbling cork and the age of the liquid sloshing in the glass.
