Then he attacked.

needed something to fight for, some other clear villain that he could hate and work against without guilt.

From Lysander’s outstretched hands, a scream seemed to tear the world in half. Simon’s thoughts boiled up, as though everything he had ever wondered was pressed against the inside of his skull at once.

the stone amulet, armoring his skin; the bottle of liquid gold, flooding cheery warmth through his body and lending him new vitality; the iron scroll, granting him more knowledge of combat and tactics than he could have earned in one lifetime.

"the room responds to you. That's the trick. I had to try a dozen times before I figured it out: if you try to respond to what the rain garden shows you, you'll never get there. You have to lead and let the room respond to you."

Either way, it is theoretically impossible for two Incarnations of the same Territory to exist simultaneously."

“I remember the Grandmasters of old, and I do not agree with Alin’s assessment. I believe you should be on your guard.” “Thank you,” Simon said to the bird. In his own ears, his voice sounded dark. He felt as though he was back in Valinhall, surrounded by traps and enemies and the certainty that, as soon as he put a foot wrong, he would die. In

has to do with the stress of living alongside worlds so wholly unlike our own. He

Incarnations warped the world around them, reforming reality. Twisting it. The longer they stayed in one place, the more the world would transform in the image of the Incarnation’s Territory. In this case, he was turning this world into Valinhall simply by standing there. Kai glanced