Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Page 995

Asad took a seat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his forehead, trying to think. If he was being completely honest with himself, he had no idea what he was doing, bringing the Rainlords to Dunehall. Sure, the Vanguard wouldn’t find them here, but how was he supposed to explain this to Abbas and the others? It was only a matter of time before they found out.

And of course, there was still the matter of the Rainlords themselves. Hopefully, they would be able to reach a peaceful solution concerning Ibai, but if that didn’t happen, then Dunehall might well become their new battleground. Asad just hoped he wasn’t a fool for trusting them in this place.

He hadn’t visited Dunehall in months, but it wasn’t for lack of wanting to. Really, he would have liked to simply live here again, but his wife’s family lived in Kuros, and for most women, that might have given them cause to leave, but not for her. Samira was very much a daddy’s girl. Asad had tried bringing her here after their marriage, but it made her miserable, and her happiness was much more important than his nostalgia. And besides, Kuros wasn’t so terrible. It just didn’t really feel like home to him, even after twenty years--or at least, not like Moaban did.

It felt a shame to leave Dunehall without a Najir to watch over it, but he’d tried passing the reins over to Haqq or Imas, and to his surprise, both had refused him. Haqq cared only for the Golden Fort’s research facilities and nothing for tradition; and Imas said she didn’t wish to live so far away from her brothers--an argument Asad could hardly refute, given the sacrifice he was making for his wife.

Dunehall, therefore, had passed into the hands of the lesser lord Yasir Faheem, a blustery man who had been following Asad around for much of the evening and rambling about so many different things at such high speeds that Asad had only caught about half of them. Most of it had been assurances that the staff in Dunehall had been doing their jobs thoroughly and properly.

There came a knock at Asad’s door, and he half expected it to be Faheem again. “Enter,” he said in Mohssian.

Orjand phased through the door before Imas opened it and followed, closing it again behind her.


  1. Wow, what a great surprise to read 994 only to see 995 posted just as I was finishing! Great work Mr. Frost. Please keep it up :)

  2. Rafał ListewnikMarch 3, 2015 at 4:23 PM

    A new page is not something to be mad about.

  3. I wonder why they didn't just have an integration user fuse them into a wall, or, failing that, just do it te old fashioned way and brick it in somewhere?
    Or hire someone to build a modern art sculpture containing a bunch of red glass, and hide them in there.

  4. Nicolas Sagrillo de AraujoMarch 3, 2015 at 7:01 PM

    After a week I caught uuuuuup!
    Great story, Mr. Frost, one of my favorites right now.
    And to think I'd be able to do catch up beforethe 1000th page!

  5. passing the [reins] over to Haqq