“I can and I will,” Lambert snaps. “Maybe you’ve changed, maybe you can’t go back to the same life you had, but you can still go back. If there isn’t a place for you, then make one. Or do you really want to leave the Raven King’s legacy up to his drunken book and the magicians you left behind?”
His voice hasn’t raised as much as one might expect, but it’s getting harder to keep himself from just reaching out and shaking the magician. He turns away from Childermass instead, crossing his arms tighter and drawing the illusion of the Gamma over himself again.
“We might be headed to the Summerlands next. See if we can get the Summer Maiden’s help get the Ringmaster back.” It’s easier to be calmer without his own voice in his ears. “The Gilded Mark thinks the Huntsman allying with Winter is a problem, maybe enough of a problem for the Summer Court, so that might be a fight coming too.”
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His voice hasn’t raised as much as one might expect, but it’s getting harder to keep himself from just reaching out and shaking the magician. He turns away from Childermass instead, crossing his arms tighter and drawing the illusion of the Gamma over himself again.
“We might be headed to the Summerlands next. See if we can get the Summer Maiden’s help get the Ringmaster back.” It’s easier to be calmer without his own voice in his ears. “The Gilded Mark thinks the Huntsman allying with Winter is a problem, maybe enough of a problem for the Summer Court, so that might be a fight coming too.”