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dragovianknightSooo tiiired. Worked all day, and then spent over two hours working on the magazine so I can drop off a final proof in the morning. Also huuuungry, though I've something in the oven to remedy that.
Got my car back yet again, but brought the store truck home tonight just to be on the safe side, since I was driving late. Maybe Edea can come home tomorrow.
And then I got home, downloaded my secondary email (the one I use for shopping and forums, so that I don't get spammed to death), and for whatever reason KnitPicks has sent me a $10 gift card. Which, given my addiction to their yarn, is a very good thing indeed. So that part of the day didn't suck.
"He was already dying when I tracked him down," Angelo whispered against her shoulder. "Some taint Rhapthorne left behind, or the wounds from our battle, or both...I don't know the cause. I just know he was too weak to drive me away when I found him, and that my magic served as a palliative, not a cure."
"I'm sorry." Jessica could mourn for his pain, if not for his brother.
"And at the end, when he was already too weak to rise from his bed...that's when the Church moved against him." Angelo's laugh was bitter, ugly. "His own men - men he championed into the ranks, men he trained, men he trusted - took him into custody. Though perhaps there was still some loyalty among them; he did die before his execution, and all that was left them was a public cursing of the body."
Got my car back yet again, but brought the store truck home tonight just to be on the safe side, since I was driving late. Maybe Edea can come home tomorrow.
And then I got home, downloaded my secondary email (the one I use for shopping and forums, so that I don't get spammed to death), and for whatever reason KnitPicks has sent me a $10 gift card. Which, given my addiction to their yarn, is a very good thing indeed. So that part of the day didn't suck.
"He was already dying when I tracked him down," Angelo whispered against her shoulder. "Some taint Rhapthorne left behind, or the wounds from our battle, or both...I don't know the cause. I just know he was too weak to drive me away when I found him, and that my magic served as a palliative, not a cure."
"I'm sorry." Jessica could mourn for his pain, if not for his brother.
"And at the end, when he was already too weak to rise from his bed...that's when the Church moved against him." Angelo's laugh was bitter, ugly. "His own men - men he championed into the ranks, men he trained, men he trusted - took him into custody. Though perhaps there was still some loyalty among them; he did die before his execution, and all that was left them was a public cursing of the body."
