Hand of the Maker. Cortland's Letter.Anders,Back when the world changed, when I told you 'I know', it was because I did. I knew that you didn't want to be alive anymore; that you wanted it to end. But it didn't end, did it? You're still here and it's partly my fault, and I'm glad. I'm glad to be hated for this.You should know that there was a time in my life when I felt the same. I wanted it all to end. I had just watched my mother die in my arms because I had been too stupid and too slow to save her, you may remember the day. I was sat alone that evening considering my failure: Remembering my sister's broken body after I had guided us straight into the ogre that had taken
Hand of the Maker - prologue"…Then you'll be on your way, Shem.""Understood. We won't impose on you for a minute longer than is absolutely necessary.Thank you."Voices.Anders could just make out their words as his brain dragged itself reluctantly into consciousness. His head was a wad of cotton, and it was with a great effort that he managed to open his eyes a crack to get his bearings.The first person who had spoken was marching smartly away, towards red sails and treetops. Dalish. The thought connected and Anders suddenly understood why he'd been unable to place the smells and sounds around him. He was outside. Far away from the city; from any city fro
Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALESo it had come to this. All of the tears, patience, words and hopes. It had all come down to a few brief moments in time that would change the world.A silence.A judder of the earth beneath them.A red beam of light, piercing the heavens and parting the swirling clouds.A silence; one that hung heavy and thick like foam atop the peak of a wave just before the crash.A resounding explosion that would haunt those within earshot of it for the rest of their days.And an awful, awful silence.It was broken by a breathy exclamation from Meredith, but Sebastian's ears didn't, wouldn't, hear her. They didn't care what she had to say. They did
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