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But is she? Sometimes, only the direst need can teach us our own depths, and Sarai, the muse of nightmares, has not yet discovered what she's capable of. As humans and godspawn reel in the aftermath of the citadel's near fall, a new foe shatters their fragile hopes, and the mysteries of the Mesarthim are resurrected: Where did the gods come from, and why? What was done with thousands of children born in the citadel nursery? And most important of all, as forgotten doors are opened and new worlds revealed: Must heroes always slay monsters, or is it possible to save them instead?

Hayden felt another stab of pity for the girl. He wanted to say something comforting but he was at a loss for words, and after an awkward moment of silence Tess excused herself and left without buying anything. The girl was soon forgotten as Hayden stocked up on basic ingredients for his Elixirs and Conjury classes and got to the part of the trip he was looking forward to the most. He had deliberately saved The Magnificent Mage for last, looking forward to being rid of his hand-me-down clothes from the orphanage forever.

For the first time in two years he was able to choose his own apparel, but walking into the shop left him a little out of his depth. Much like the place he got his Foci tested in, the interior of this building was much larger than the outside would suggest. It looked like a warehouse, with racks of clothing lining the walls and free-standing circular racks dotting the floor space in between.

He was standing under the sign for: undergarments, boys, when someone spoke to him. There were three boys behind him, two of them much older than him by the looks of them , and all of them better dressed. One had spiky brown hair, cruel dark eyes, and a glossy brown falcon perched on his shoulder.

The oldest—and the one who had spoken—was tall, blond, athletic, and for some reason vaguely familiar. It took Hayden a moment to realize that he had seen this boy eating dinner with Master Asher the night before.

Something about him reminded Hayden of every popular person who had ever picked on him in the orphanage after finding out whose son he was; perhaps the arrogant smirk. The youngest boy might have been related to the oldest, because their features were similar except for this one had a slightly doughier look about him. This is my younger brother, Lorn.

Hayden searched his memory of the Council of Mages and recalled the blond lady who mildly resembled Oliver. It was hard to believe that the woman who argued in his defense was the mother of these two. Hayden swallowed with difficulty, hoping that Oliver was lying about how many people had lost loved ones to his fath er.

If he was telling the truth, then Hayden was bound to make a lot more enemies before this year was over. Stay out of my way unless you want your face rearranged. Hayden was still trying to figure out what he had done to make an enemy of Oliver as the three of them walked off. As far as he could tell, the older boys disliked him pretty solidly since the moment they laid eyes on him.

Trying to shake off the encounter, he went back to shopping for undergarments and socks. She had a horsy face and frizzy, bright red hair, and a tape measure dangled around her neck. Robes are only worn on formal occasions, and even then only certain ranks are permitted to don them. Everyone should have at least one decent outfit for family visits or semi-formal occasions here at school.

For now just stick with the basics and let me know if you have any other questions. Hayden thanked her and made his way to the daywear, exhaling in relief when he saw racks of normal pants and shirts.

Getting all of his pur chases up to his room on the sixth floor was the most challenging thing he had ever done, and his arms were aching by the time he managed it and shut the door behind him.

Looking in the mirror, Hayden was pleasantly surprised by the image he struck. The prism holder in front of his eye was empty, but he still wore the circlet around his head like he saw Master Asher do, with the eyepiece rotated upwards so that it was out of the way.

His long-sleeved shirt even concealed his Focus-correctors, so no one would have to know how damaged he was. Your Comment:. Read Online Download. Great book, Muse of Nightmares pdf is enough to raise the goose bumps alone.

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