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JOEL MANNERS

“What do you talk to Him about?” she asked.
“You, mostly.”
Her eyes blinked wide and her mouth made a perfect ‘O’ in surprise, then a wry smile washed it away. “Ha ha, very good. ‘Lord Bradon is a funny man’ is what I’ll tell them when they ask. Really what did you talk about?”
Bradon laughed again, a deep rumbling noise. “About many things. But those are for Him and me.”

~ The Martyr's Blade, p.52

"And now she would not meet his gaze, and instead stared resolutely from the hole in the wall as if she expected pursuers to appear in the valley at any moment. She did not want to think about what was in the back of the temple, let alone see it again, and she was ashamed of that fact.
Which means she is afraid of whatever is back there."

~ The Martyr's Blade, p.21

Wyn moved close to Danielle, and they sat together and watched the broad surface of Loughliath surge against the shore through the trees. It appeared endless, a wide, flat horizon that stretched from east to west without break.

~ The Martyr's Blade, p.515

Danielle’s Word exploded into the room, a concussion of force felt by the spirit rather than the body. The temple was bathed in light as fire ran from a silver medallion held in her outstretched hand, raced across the floor to engulf three of the corpse husks as they stood, and raged into a tornado of flame that wrapped itself around Bradon’s opponent. Bradon saw its pale flesh blacken and split under the fire, and its mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

~The Martyr's Blade, p.62

© 2016 by Joel Manners.