Sign of the Maker part nineSign of the Maker part nineThe quiet of Anders's darktown clinic was shattered as boxes tumbled onto the floor, carelessly knocked there as the frightened apostate leapt to his feet in shock. Now he backed slowly away from Alistair, his face a mask of horror, eyes wide and mouth gasping for air."No! No, you can't be serious I can't "Alistair had braced himself before he asked the question, but there was no way around how hard this was going to be. He set his jaw and stood, facing the mage whose amber eyes were flitting about the walls as if he thought he could vanish into them."I AM serious, Anders.""You must be insane. Do
Sign of the Maker part eightDry lips clamped shut as Anders fixed his eyes on the imposing figure a few feet ahead of him.Alistair of the Grey Wardens, once-templar, Alistair King of Ferelden was standing in the centre of Anders's darktown clinic. Alistair was a man the mage had only heard of in legend and through his friend's wistful accounts, but he was a man whose signature had once given Anders his life a life that Anders had thrown back in his face in what he knew damn well was nothing less than an act of treason. The mage's dreamlike state could almost convince him that he was in the fade right now and that this was all some manifestation of his own fears,