Anecdote LIII. Fall of the Unknown Soldier

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Lask watches people. It’s what he does. His life’s greatest work is the watchtower, and he spends long hours moving its lenses to observe both his friends and his enemies. His ability to peer through time and space is what has no doubt kept him and his family alive, and allowed him the necessary edge to win when it counts. While a few individuals have been trained to operate the tower for recon and safety, no one knows how to use it like Lask, and no one knows exactly what Lask sees. Regardless, it was obvious he watched Barrett. Perhaps more »

Anecdote LII. The First New Flight into Morning

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July 24th, 2015 Lask awoke to find himself beside Falient. Raising his head, he saw Wyatt curled around him, an arm thrown across Falient, hand just brushing Lask’s right wing. Lask smiled at the sight of them snuggled up beside him. His eyes glanced up to the nightstand, finding the vase of flowers. He gave a fond smile at them, and at the piece of pie next to the vase. Perhaps it would be breakfast in a little while. He turned his head, glancing over his shoulder to see the brilliant wingspan that covered him and draped off the bed. more »

Anecdote XLVII. To Steal a Titan

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June 22nd, 2015 When it was time to put their plans into motion, Lask assembled nine children in his territory of Verica to help them prepare the prison for Zestir’s Titan: Daia, Jericho, Alannis, Cora, Max, Noreen, Thessula, Cressida, and Quinn. Falient’s daughter Cressida was a Reader, like Jackie, but one of the spirit kind, and her magic worked differently. Lask had brought supplies from his magical stores, and tasked the children with making Light water, and preparing various herbs to be mixed in it. He had the Serpent girl Thessula draw a web of patterns in the dust outside more »

Anecdote XXXIII. I Am a Rock… I Am an Island.

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I was 14 going on 15 when October came. October is always a magical time of year, when all the world turns to blazing red and gold, as if the Lion of Winter roars in the distance, and all the trees suit up to meet him. In the Fall of 2004, I asked Lask an important question: “If your job is looking after me, where do you go when you’re not with me?” For years he had been teaching me to ask questions. It was like some sort of sacred meditation, or mind tai chi that he loved. I always more »