At the Jin’Sai’s orderthe ship hovered twenty meters in the air. Crystalline beads of sticky, red water burst forth in every direction, flooding the Recluse walls anddeluging the sky. His eyes rol ed as if they were going to drop out. He wouldnow be able to wear the Paragon and start translating the Prophecies—the third and final volumeof the Tome that only he or Shailiha were destined to read.
”Tristan spurred Shadow forward. “What’s done isdone, and I can only ask your forgiveness. To survive, the Ones had no choice but to do thesame thing, even though it went against their better judgment. He begged off for an hour to go home to see his folks.
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