Sublime

He waved a hand behind him. “I’ll be right back!” Even Ozriel couldn’t invade a stronghold like this. “I can’t bring you out of there!” For a moment, she considered ordering him to stop. Because of the manacles, he would have to obey her. But she didn’t. “I have faith in you,” Ozriel said. He overtook some of the original transports and emerged int

A voiceless, formless force of determination. A will that would conquer rather than surrender. Akura Malice.

provided. 8Send me also cedar, cypress, and algum timber from Lebanon, for I know that your servants are skilled in cutting Lebanon timber.

The Underlord had a smug grin on his face, hands in the pockets of his blue silk robes, long yellow hair tied behind him. He looked like a child who had the satisfaction of seeing a trick he'd pulled work flawlessly.

Meanwhile, inside the sanctuary, an old man in a spotless white tunic shuffles between the wood and stone idols, lighting candles and rearranging the altars. This man is no priest; he is not even a Kahin. He is someone far more important. He is a Quraysh: a member of the powerful, fabulously wealthy tribe that had settled in Mecca centuries earlier