the hailstorm
Neron nodded at Jace as he toddled off into the hall, mentally having visions of the boy getting lost in the labyrinth-like corridors of the palace. Not that he had long to dwell on that, with Zariah in all her fire and glory coming to the fore. He smiled, the expression somehow colder than the weather outside. "Of course I have considered that - I spent much of our childhood nurturing that void in him," he murmured.
"Then in terms of family he is Launceleyn in name only. In terms of Halo he may very well be a powerful magician, and one we can make use of in the years to come." And he is my brother went unsaid. "Is there anything else?"
"Then in terms of family he is Launceleyn in name only. In terms of Halo he may very well be a powerful magician, and one we can make use of in the years to come." And he is my brother went unsaid. "Is there anything else?"
