Note: there's a reference to family violence in this chapter. I've marked the relevant paragraph with ^^^ for those who may wish to skip over it.
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The bowl was polished mahogany, like the one that taught me the Healing Water spell, except shallower. The style f...
2020-08-08 16:23:55 +0000 UTC
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Sheedi toured the glen to look for a good place for the shrine. I followed along and steered her away from anything that might disturb the pool. Those were Ikfael’s instructions to me prior to the villagers’ arrival.
We settled on a spot just above the deer thicket to the south The idea...
2020-08-01 19:31:10 +0000 UTC
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The next few days were uncomfortable. Otwei’s presence in the glen was a barb under my skin, but then, I had a barb under hers as well. Only, she didn’t know it.
The portion of uekisheile inside Otwei spied on her intentions and ensured she didn’t plan to harm any of the residents. Th...
2020-07-25 17:37:00 +0000 UTC
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The next morning, I arrived early at the Hunter’s Lodge, but Inleio was at his desk instead of training a hunter. He must’ve seen the disappointment on my face.
“The day after a hunt is a good day to rest,” he said, “but it’s also good to be young and hungry.” He grabbed his s...
2020-07-18 17:34:03 +0000 UTC
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We waited an hour beside the gap between boulders. I spent the time thinking about kevlar gloves, the kind used by veterinarians to deal with feral cats. Not that they’d actually protect my arms from something like a blynx’s claws...unless maybe they were stitched with small sections of iron?...
2020-07-11 17:00:23 +0000 UTC
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The Family’s evening meal was interrupted by someone clapping outside the door. “It is Ghitha. I come with the gift of meat.”
Aluali paused his story about being dared to put his head inside Jesei the giant dog’s mouth by one of the neighbor kids. From the proud expression on his fa...
2020-07-04 18:38:24 +0000 UTC
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A handful of teams were already gathered in the lodge’s courtyard. They busily checked over their gear, while making small talk. Their actions were familiar and easy going, but there was also an intensity of attention. The hunters honed blades, oiled leather, tightened straps, and made sure eve...
2020-06-27 17:43:56 +0000 UTC
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Woldec and Kiertie’s bodies laid beside each other in the big room I’d taken to calling the Main Hall. The space was bigger than I remembered, and I walked around, playing the light from the candlestone along the floor and walls.
Evidence remained of our battle--places where Woldec’s ...
2020-06-20 18:13:09 +0000 UTC
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Since it was just me and Ikfael in the glen, the uekisheile could hang out in the open as much as they wanted. I spent the next few days looking like a miniature fuschia bigfoot as a result; their tufts all over my face, arms, torso, and legs. They enjoyed the freedom, as well as the opportunity ...
2020-06-13 18:12:44 +0000 UTC
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Ikfael’s response to my story was unexpected--that is to say, she didn’t have much of one. All she did was to glance sideways at me, her expression reminiscent of my daughter Alex when she was teen--a mixture of “why are you so weird”, “how do you get into these situations”, and “I ...
2020-06-06 18:38:38 +0000 UTC
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Mumu escorted me to Biheila’s place. The rest of the village was still training their Militia Arts, so the paths between longhouses were as empty as before. We didn’t talk much. I could tell she had questions, but she was sensitive enough to know I wasn’t in the mood for chitchat.
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2020-05-30 19:07:13 +0000 UTC
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Inspired by comments on Royal Road, I put together a knowledge base for the novel. The information includes details like the currency and calendar systems, but there's also a cast list, the spells and beasts Eight knows about, and even a handful of Diaksh proverbs.
The things included are t...
2020-05-23 18:18:13 +0000 UTC
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The fields outside of Voorhei’s gate were full of people, the whole of the village practicing their Militia Arts. To the right, the villagers took turns to cast arrows at a string of archery butts. To the left, the villagers marshalled with long spears to practice their formations. I noted how ...
2020-05-23 18:10:54 +0000 UTC
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Note: I tweaked Chapter 61, starting from when Eight dreamed of the Deer God. The events are the same, but the tone is now more in keeping with what I originally intended. The post's been updated with the changes.
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“Do you have bad dreams often?” Mumu aske...
2020-05-16 16:48:20 +0000 UTC
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The kids were up early to help me get ready, which was good because I could barely move from being sore all over. At the other end of the longhouse, Aluali brought a jug of frothy goat’s milk, still warm. Billisha ladled corn porridge into a bowl for me.
The porridge was chunky with...
2020-05-09 16:58:20 +0000 UTC
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In the late afternoon, the lodge bustled with activity. Groups of hunters chatted as they cared for their weapons and tools. The murmur of conversation was punctuated by the twang of bowstrings from the courtyard behind the lodge. The place smelled of oil, iron, blood, and guts.
Two of the ...
2020-05-02 18:07:21 +0000 UTC
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When I was a kid--it must’ve been the fourth grade, because the assignment was for Mrs. Magilicutty--I had to write a report on the courthouse in downtown Portland. Mi abuela offered to take me, which surprised everyone in the family until she showed them a year-old letter informing her that sh...
2020-04-25 16:27:43 +0000 UTC
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The next morning, I found Inneioleia and Haoleise training in the courtyard behind the Hunter’s Lodge. The sun wasn’t up yet, and a fine mist blanketed the village, muffling the sounds of people readying themselves for another day in the fields. With “hups” and “hahs”, the two hunters...
2020-04-18 18:55:09 +0000 UTC
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I have my choice, but I want to know your thoughts. Which one should Eight pick? Please mark your top three selections.
(Also, my thanks to Adrian Gorgey for inspiring this poll.)
2020-04-12 16:03:47 +0000 UTC
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Everyone who participated in the hunt received a share of the bounty--five eltaak, plus another five for the meat, hide, bones, and razors--for a total pool of ten eltaak.
Mulallamu and Haoleise each got two extra shares for leading the party and dealing the killing blow. Integnei received ...
2020-04-11 18:01:01 +0000 UTC
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On the way back to Voorhei, I came across a mountain lion’s tracks at the village’s border. They showed the animal pacing at the boundary before heading into the woods. I followed for a quarter mile, just to make sure it wasn’t lingering in the area, and found a helter skelter of slashes in...
2020-04-04 17:34:52 +0000 UTC
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The arrangement was that, in two weeks, when the World Speaker visited Ikfael Glen, Ghitha would come with her in order to collect the bodies of his Family. We were staying in town for my initiation into the Hunter’s Lodge and then a week for training, which meant I had a week to get the job do...
2020-03-28 16:51:30 +0000 UTC
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Note: I made changes to chapters 52 and 53 to reveal more of Ollie's thinking. My intention with this book was to have the story more outwardly focused (compared to the inward focus of the previous book), but I went too far and felt like the story was starting to lose its Eight-ness. I'm work...
2020-03-21 17:08:49 +0000 UTC
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In honor of the story's new cover on Royal Road, I made a wallpaper using the artist's original full image. Just right-click on the image to download it.
Hope you like it!
2020-03-15 03:25:06 +0000 UTC
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We’d moved from the scrying room to another of the rooms under the village’s pyramid. The room was circular, like the others, with a low round table in the middle. A greenish glass bowl filled with dried flower petals scented the room. A multi-patterned rug covered the floor, and we sat on cu...
2020-03-14 16:04:25 +0000 UTC
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Billisha stewed as we walked to Voorhei. She and Aluali muttered to each other, careful to keep their voices low and unheard by the adults walking ahead. I listened with half an ear to make sure they didn’t plan anything else off-script.
The kids mostly looked forward to...
2020-03-07 17:26:48 +0000 UTC
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We followed the stream down the hillside and onto the flatland east of Ikfael Glen. I led the way with my spear, while my adopted children followed behind. Billisha carried my backpack, and Aluali carried my bow.
They didn’t know that I’d adopted them. To them, I was their Zasha, their ...
2020-02-29 17:04:06 +0000 UTC
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Rascals. Ikfael Glen was occupied by rascals. One had turned into three. What was next? Nine? Would her peaceful glen turn into… into… an orphanage?
Heavens forbid. Heavens forbid. Heavens forbid. Three is the direction of five. Let it be so!
True, Ikfael had grown accustomed to t...
2020-02-22 16:05:15 +0000 UTC
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“Zasha is mysterious.” Aluali’s fingers were nimble. He didn’t stop braiding rope, but the words were too strong to keep inside.
Zasha was mysterious. Even now, he practiced a contortionist art out by the pool; twisting his body in strange directions, as if he was bou...
2020-02-22 16:04:01 +0000 UTC
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We left the cave after a post-feast nap. It was fascinating to watch the kids prepare. Billisha fought me to wear the backpack, while Aluali held my bow. Both were insistent that I carry only what was immediately useful; that I not be encumbered by anything that inhibited my ability to respond to...
2020-02-15 16:46:55 +0000 UTC
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