"Fire magic, nightwolves and travel by rift; I'm in!"
Reviewed by Clare O'Beara
Posted June 15, 2015
Fantasy | Romance
A list of races, deities, sub-deities and magic types
precedes the action; we're in for some serious world-
building. The people here like to travel long distances by
means of dimension rift, but someone has to go to the other
end first to set up the rift. Hence we meet Shuri and
Katara on board ship, making a tedious journey to A'rankin
and the Shyrn desert, somewhere nobody much goes.
FRACTURED SOULS follows on from a previous book in
the Elemental Souls series, so our characters have
already built up some history and anyone who has read that
book will be more clued in to matters. Warring peoples and
lands create tension and the land of A'rankin is surrounded
by an elemental shield. This bars passage to non-natives so
the boat can travel no further. Shuri is a personable young
man and Katara is a young woman of a different race. She is
accompanied by a loyal nightwolf, which is an
interdimensional canine. Pity Shuri doesn't like either of
them. However the two people come together as they battle a
water serpent which crushes their boat. Shuri demonstrates
his fire magic, but it's not enough.
The Shyrn desert harbours plenty of monsters, which is one
reason for the magic wards around A'rankin. Tynare is a red-
haired prince of A'rankin, and while he seems welcoming,
the others aren't sure how much they can trust him. I found
a continuous frisson of suspicion and barely hidden danger,
which enlivens even the more restful passages and stops us
getting to know all the characters too quickly. Elemental
magic is at work in many scenes, and some people hold
latent powers, causing chaos. Tynare and Shuri discover a
sexual attraction between them which would be acceptable,
it seems, if not for other barriers. Should they get to
know each other better or does that way lie trouble?
Philosophy and self-doubt are found in the lively fantasy
adventure tale, making it a deeper experience than some,
while the layers of characters, politics and magics will
reward the reader who doesn't just want a hack-and-slay
story. There's an adult romance between two confident men,
but FRACTURED SOULS is about a great deal more. If you
finish this and can't stop wanting a nightwolf of your own,
you should probably read Alana Ankh's first book Beyond The
Rift.
SUMMARY
Sequel to Beyond the Rift Elemental Lovers: Book Two Centuries ago, a group of Aranken mages left their
homeland
and became the ancestors of the Nikari. Now a Nikari
prince
will return, seeking truth and finding far more than he
expected. Shuri Fezenda has one goal in mind when he departs for
A’rankin—to identify the culprit behind the conspiracy
targeting Ivy, his brother’s consort and a man Shuri
cares
for deeply. But when he meets Prince Tynare’Or’Therar,
Shuri’s world is turned upside down. Beautiful and mysterious, Tynare draws Shuri like no
other.
The secrets he whispers taunt and tease, but Shuri’s
treacherous heart races and his body responds when Tynare
shoots him a knowing smile. And then Shuri meets Tynare’s
twin brother, Nari, and in Nari’s kindness and blind
eyes,
he finds refuge and a love beyond anything he thought he
could feel. Torn between duty and confused emotions, Shuri faces an
A’rankin on the brink of civil war and a foe he didn’t
count
on—the neighboring land of Shyrn. At the heart of the
conflict, one question remains. Who is Tynare really, and
who is Nari? Shuri is almost afraid to learn the answer.
ExcerptChapter OneShores “PROMISE ME you’ll be careful. If anything goes wrong,
come home at once.” Shuri would have laughed—he’d forgotten how many times
he’d made that promise in the past few weeks—but he could
never be dismissive of Ivy’s words and feelings. He peered into the beautiful green eyes of his brother’s
lover, the same ones he’d fallen madly in love with. “I
promise,” he said. “Stop worrying, Ivy,” Katara piped up oh-so helpfully.
“I’ll be with him, remember?” Shuri gritted his teeth, hating that he hadn’t managed to
escape whatever plan she’d devised. The last thing he
needed on his trip to A’rankin was the presence of his
nemesis. Alas, it couldn’t be helped, especially since
Ivy seemed relieved by the A’Mora’s reassurances. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” he told Katara. “That means
more than you know.” Over Ivy’s shoulder, Kris stood silently, watching the
scene. A few weeks ago, he’d made the announcement that
Ivy, his former moraistele, would become the future
Moris. While that came with a measure of freedom for Ivy,
Kris seemed more possessive of him than ever. Shuri hated having to leave the Empire under such
circumstances, but it couldn’t be helped. Still, the
knowledge that he’d be abandoning Ivy into Kris’s
clutches made him act impulsively. He pulled Ivy into his
embrace and held him close, inhaling deeply to commit his
scent to memory. For a few moments, Ivy tensed, but then he hugged Shuri
back. Shuri knew better than to interpret that
romantically. Ivy was too blinded by Kris’s tricks to see
Shuri. But Shuri still had hope that someday, after he
returned from A’rankin, he’d be able to act as serious
competition and maybe earn Ivy’s love. Judging by the growl that sounded from Kris, Shuri held
on to Ivy far longer than Kris would have liked. Of
course, he didn’t particularly care about Kris’s
sensibilities, and when he let go, he did so because he
didn’t want to make Ivy uncomfortable. Meeting Ivy’s emerald gaze once more, he said, “You take
care of yourself too. I’ll miss you.” Not waiting for a
reply, he looked at his brother. Since he didn’t want Ivy
to hear anything hostile, he mentally reached out to
Kris. Don’t you dare hurt him again. If you do, nothing,
not distance, not your title or the entire Empire will
protect you from the consequences. It’s not fear of you that will keep me from harming Ivy,
Kris replied. Believe it or not, I love him. Out loud, he
said, “Good luck, brother. Keep us posted if you find out
anything.” “Once we get there, we should be able to use rifts to
travel back,” Katara offered. “But if that’s not the
case, we’ll contact you in a more traditional manner.” Kris grimaced, obviously not pleased at the idea that his
beloved mother might not have a quick way out of a
hostile environment. In all likelihood he’d have said
something more, but Katara’s nightwolf, Fegala, growled,
as if to remind everyone she was there. Up until this
point—much to Shuri’s relief—she’d stayed aside, together
with Kris’s mount, Attcha, and Ivy’s miniature beast,
Reisl, but now, she seemed to have decided her presence
was required. Kris chuckled. “Yes, yes, I know. You’ll take care of
Mother. My apologies.” Shuri doubted he’d benefit from the same courtesy, but he
didn’t trust nightwolves in the first place. He’d have
much preferred it if the damn A’Mora had left her pet
home, but no one had asked him for his opinion. Then
again, few people ever did. However, nightwolves did have their uses. While Kris was
distracted by Fegala, Shuri focused on Ivy again. “Ivy, I
need a favor,” he said. “I know this is a lot to ask, but
would you check on my uncle from time to time?” Kris’s smiled melted away as if by magic, but Ivy nodded.
“Of course. Be at ease. We’ll make sure he is well cared
for.” A wave of gratitude and affection flooded Shuri.
Predictably, his uncle had been furious at his decision,
to the extent that he hadn’t even dropped by the harbor
to see Shuri off. But he’d also lost his imperial
privileges—and his arm—when he’d attacked Kris and
Katara, and without Shuri to worry about him, there was
no telling what would happen. Resorting to Ivy’s assistance might not be entirely
appropriate, since Ivy had reasons to loathe Phura.
Nonetheless, Shuri didn’t have anyone else he could
trust. “Thank you,” he told Ivy, wondering how his
brother could have ever made Ivy fall for him. He wished he could say more, so much more, but Ivy
wouldn’t want to hear the truths bubbling in Shuri’s
throat. He was almost relieved when the crew of their
ship announced they’d completed the preparations for
departure. Almost, but not quite. “Well, that’s our cue,” Katara said. She hugged Kris and
Ivy tightly, her reassuring smile never leaving her face.
“Make sure you take care of this son of mine, Ivy. He
tends to get into trouble when I’m not around.” “Yes, Your Majesty. I will keep a close eye on him.” Shuri didn’t feel joyful or optimistic enough to tease.
He just nodded in acquiescence of his brother’s orders
and smiled at Ivy. “Until we next meet. Farewell, Kris,
Ivy.” Together, he, Katara, and Fegala boarded the vessel.
Shuri could have gone below deck, but instead, he leaned
against the banister, still taking in the sight of Ivy’s
beautiful figure. As the ship began to move, Kris
impassively watched their departure, his gaze fixed on
Katara. Attcha and Reisl woofed—presumably to see Fegala
off—but Ivy waved at Shuri. “Good luck!” he called out. Shuri couldn’t speak, so he kept looking at Ivy until the
young Andari became only a small dot on the horizon.
Finally, when the beaches of Darach melted away
altogether, Shuri shook off his dismay and melancholy and
focused on his plans. Turning toward Katara, Shuri said, “I trust you won’t
jeopardize this mission just to spite me.” Katara scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not as petty as
you seem to think.” Shuri doubted that very much, but he had no choice but to
live with it. “It’s not going to be easy. The culprit
behind the conspiracy is probably already prepared for
our arrival. I propose a truce until we’ve returned to
the Empire.” The A’Mora rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you missed the
fact that I already suggested this when I offered to come
with you. It would be quite foolish to be at each other’s
throats when there are bound to be other people there
just waiting to stab us in the back.” Shuri arched a brow. “And yet even if you know this, you
still decided to join me.” Katara didn’t acknowledge his words. She petted Fegala’s
large head and stared out into the distance. “I wonder
how long it will take us to reach A’rankin,” she mused. Shuri would have liked to know that too. Unfortunately,
they were traveling into the unknown, in more than one
way. The ship itself was unique, propelled through a mix
of water magic and science. As a rule, Nikari used
offensive spells, which had been useful during the war
and had allowed them to build the empire that now spanned
the entire Western Realm. However, their focus on battle
abilities left them with little flexibility when it came
to more regular usage of elemental magic. Not only that,
but most Nikari employed dimensional rifts for
transportation and showed little interest in long-
distance travel via waterways. The ships existed largely
due to Nikaret’s proximity to the river Endana, which had
encouraged research in that field. It was definitely a
stroke of fortune. Rifts couldn’t have helped Shuri and
Katara get to the Eastern Realm, simply because no one
alive had ever been to A’rankin before. Creator, the only
thing they had for reference was old maps and the
correspondence between Kris and the Aranken crown. “If nothing else,” he commented, “this is definitely
going to be interesting. It is high time we give the
Aranken a little lesson.” “For the first time, Shuri, I agree with you.” Katara
smirked. “I wonder if they’ll think the same.” THE TRIP lasted five days—days that were far too long, if
Shuri did say so himself. In spite of the size of the
vessel and his resolve to cooperate with the A’Mora, he
soon found that their truce didn’t extend to the two of
them actually liking each other. He spent most of his
hours avoiding her and her blasted animal, thinking about
Ivy and wondering if they’d gotten lost already. Mercifully, on the morning of the sixth day, Shuri caught
sight of land. At first, he thought he was imagining
things, but the excited calls of the crew soon confirmed
his find. Katara came up on deck as well, with Fegala trailing her
like a particularly large and ominous dog. “Well, well.
It seems the game is finally starting.” “This isn’t a game,” Shuri snapped at her. “You’re a fool
if you think that.” The A’Mora laughed. “Am I? I disagree. I’ve lived longer
than you, Shuri, and I can tell you this. All politics is
exactly that, a game. If you don’t play by the rules, you
lose. Keep that close in mind. It might answer some of
your questions.” Shuri understood the reference to his dead mother, and he
felt awfully tempted to wring the A’Mora’s neck.
Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on perspective—
the ship was approaching Aranken shores, and Shuri was
forced to direct his attention to more practical matters. Even from the distance, he could see a crowd gathered in
the harbor ahead. The town itself didn’t impress through
its size, at least, not as far as Shuri could determine.
Most of the area beyond the beach seemed swallowed within
a forest that almost appeared to be a barrier against the
intruders. While that couldn’t be described as remarkable, something
about the way the sun fell onto the waves created a
rainbow-like filter through which the sights in the
distance became almost surreal. It made the view
beautiful, special, echoing a place in Shuri’s heart he
hadn’t even known was there. Upon closer inspection, Shuri realized it wasn’t a trick
of light after all. The closer they got, the more solid
the rapidly changing colors became. “What in the world is
that?” Katara inquired. Shuri’s guess was as good as hers, but it looked like
they were about to find out. The phenomenon finally came
into full view, and Shuri felt the proximity of the
strange barrier in every inch of his body. Pure magic
crackled through the air, the waves around them seeming
to evaporate, boil, and reemerge within the blink of an
eye. Fegala growled, and Katara reached for her darach. Shuri
knew the weapon wouldn’t help them. This was a force
unlike anything they’d ever encountered. And yet it
didn’t scare him, and after one tense moment, Katara
seemed to relax too. As paradoxical as it was and despite
the fact that the phenomenon itself was alien to them,
its energies simply felt familiar. Sadly, their ship didn’t agree, as it came to a halt, the
jolt almost sending Shuri and Katara flying off deck. “It
seems we won’t be able to pass through this barrier,”
Katara commented, pointing out the obvious. After several days of traveling, Shuri was more than a
little irritated by having yet another obstacle in his
path. He felt tempted to leap into the water and swim to
the shore or to just tell the crew to head back to the
Empire—if they could make the vessel work, of course. He didn’t have to make any unpleasant choices, because
another ship was already heading their way. It bypassed
the shield easily and came to a halt right next to them.
Shuri would have liked to claim he immediately took in
the possible threats when it came to this new
development, but he was too busy gaping at the figure
standing on the deck of the Aranken ship. Ivy had given him a general description of the Aranken
prince Tynare’Or’Therar—because the man Shuri now faced
could be no one else—but it didn’t prepare Shuri for the
meeting. The sharp angles of his cheekbones were
reminiscent of Shuri’s own looks, but that was about the
only similarity between them. The prince’s bright red
hair fell to his shoulders in a curtain of flame, framing
his fair-skinned, aristocratic face. His ornately
embroidered breeches clung to his slender form, managing
to be tight fitting in all the right places while still
disguising his groin and his ass. His shirt showed less
consideration for decorum—at least, from what Shuri could
tell—because the cut of the garment was so low Shuri
could almost glimpse the man’s nipples. Their gazes met, and Shuri found himself falling into the
aquamarine depths. His cock hardened and he instantly
hated himself for it, for the way this arousal betrayed
his affection for Ivy. That self-loathing helped him
shake off his trance, and he straightened his spine,
forcing himself to become the messenger his people and
Ivy expected him to be. “Greetings, Your Highness,” he called out. “I am Shuriden
Fezenda of the Nikari Empire, and this is Her Majesty,
the A’Mora Katara Fezenda. It seems that we’ve run into a
little problem.” The prince left the deck of his vessel, a soft breeze
carrying him onto the Nikari ship. “Welcome, Your
Highness, Your Majesty,” he said. “I am Prince
Tynare’Or’Therar. You have my apologies for the harm your
vessel has suffered.” “No need to apologize, Your Highness, unless it is your
magic that made it stop,” Katara commented. Tynare chuckled. “I’m afraid I have no claim to such
abilities. A’rankin is surrounded on all sides by an
elemental shield. It cannot be passed by non-Aranken. I
imagine Nikari won’t encounter any problems, but your
vessel is unusual enough to be affected by it.” Shuri arched a brow. “I see. Might I ask why you deemed
it necessary to erect such a shield?” Tynare’s eyes widened, although Shuri couldn’t tell if
the Aranken was genuinely surprised or not. “Surely you
must be aware of our conflict with Shyrn,” the prince
said. “It was the reason your ancestors fled A’rankin,
after all.” Nikari history provided sketchy information on the whys
behind the decision of the first Fezenda to relocate on
the Western Realm. Still, admitting that felt an awful
lot like surrendering a battle. In specific, Shuri didn’t
like the implication of cowardice on the part of his
ancestors. “That was a long time ago,” he replied. “Both
the Nikari and the Aranken have changed a great deal. Was
this shield even in place at that time?” A spark of irritation—or was it interest?—lit up the
prince’s dark blue eyes. “Actually, no,” he admitted.
“The shield itself is a more recent development, or, at
least, recent in reference to the departure of your
ancestors. But come. We can talk about this a different
time, in a more comfortable location. With your
permission, I would be more than happy to escort you to
the shore.” Shuri found no reason to refuse, but he still wanted to
do so. Something about Tynare put him on edge. Perhaps it
was the painfully physical reaction he had to the other
man or the fact that his arousal didn’t in the least bit
match his actual opinion of the Aranken heir. His words
might be welcoming enough, but the twist of those full
lips seemed arrogant, almost mocking. To make things
worse, Tynare must have noticed Shuri’s reaction to him,
because he leaned in closer to Shuri, invading his
personal space. “I would be very interested in giving you
a taste of Aranken hospitality.” Shuri’s treacherous dick responded to Tynare’s words—damn
the idiotic member anyway—but Shuri stood his ground and
pasted a neutral smile on his face. “You’re too kind,
Your Highness. Her Majesty and I would both appreciate
it.” Tynare didn’t seem particularly frustrated by Shuri’s
veiled refusal to a more intimate acquaintance between
them. He smiled and nodded. “My men will help with your
bags. For the moment, please follow me.” The so-called plea turned out to be superfluous, since
the breeze that had first transported Tynare onto the
Nikari vessel manifested once again, this time carrying
Shuri and Katara in the reverse direction. Tynare
followed, but Fegala didn’t seem to appreciate being
ignored. The nightwolf leapt off the deck of Shuri’s vessel and
landed onto the Aranken ship. Aranken crew yelped as the
animal landed in their midst, and even Tynare took a step
back, obviously aware of the danger a nightwolf could
bring—if not through actual information on their kind, at
some instinctual level. It almost amused Shuri, or it
might have, if the episode didn’t bring back too many
unpleasant memories. He didn’t know what he’d have done had Katara not
intervened and smoothly made the introductions. “This is
my dear friend, Fegala. She has been my loyal companion
in many dangers. I realize it’s unusual for you, but I
can assure you that as long as your people keep their
distance, she poses no threat.” Tynare nodded and smiled pleasantly, as if he dealt with
interdimensional canine monsters on a regular basis. “I
see. Well, I’ll make all the arrangements that are needed
to ensure her a pleasant stay. Is there anything in
particular I would need to know?” As Katara related Fegala’s likes and dislikes, Shuri
carefully watched Tynare’s face and wondered: Was this
his opponent? Was this the man who’d tried to kill Ivy?
If so, his cock could go f**k itself, because Shuri had
every intention of making sure Tynare would never be a
threat to Ivy, or anyone else, ever again. His wariness turned out to be correct, if not for the
right reason. The waters around the ship started to swirl
alarmingly. Tynare stopped midsentence. “Get everyone off
the Nikari ship,” he shouted. “Now!” His crew shot into action at once. The men and women on
Shuri’s vessel were transported onto the deck of the
Aranken one. Not a moment too soon, either, because just
as the last person landed next to Shuri, a huge, serpent-
like creature emerged from the water. Its tail wrapped
around the Nikari vessel, crushing it. For a few moments, Shuri gaped in shock. He’d never seen
such a creature in the Western Realm. Katara seemed just
as taken aback, and she turned toward Fegala, who peered
at her with strikingly intelligent eyes. Undoubtedly, the
beast was acquainted with this new monster. But now was not the time for explanations. With the
Nikari ship destroyed, the serpent directed its attention
toward the Aranken one. “Quickly,” Tynare ordered to his men. “Toward the
harbor.” Shuri guessed the creature must be connected to the
conflict Tynare had mentioned. If that was the case,
simply reaching and bypassing the shield should solve
their problem. However, the serpent seemed to know this
too, because the motions of its body made the waves
splash on the deck of the Aranken vessel, hindering its
progress. The shield might not be very far, but the
distance still seemed impossibly difficult to cross. Well, Shuri hadn’t come all the way here to be thwarted
by a f**king animal. No matter how big and threatening it
might be, he refused to let it stand in his way. The Fezenda held very strong air and water abilities,
oriented toward lightning-related offense spells. It was
Kris’s specialty. However, Shuri had always been more
inclined toward fire magic, his affinity to water
unremarkable at best. His uncle claimed his element
expressed his anger and frustration, and while Shuri
hadn’t particularly appreciated the analysis of his
psyche, he always fell onto using his fire magic. Today was no different. Out of thin air, he created a
fireball. The foreign energy of the nearby shield fueled
his power, and Shuri embraced it, letting it feed the
spell. Once he was satisfied with the result, he threw
the fireball at the monster. The serpent screeched in
pain, but it didn’t go down. “Its scales are very
resilient,” Tynare shouted at him. “No weapon we could
wield may harm it, and the fire magic needed to penetrate
them is nigh impossible to summon.” Shuri could see that. Some of the Aranken had been trying
to cast their own magic at the beast, but the waves and
lightning bolts they used were useless. Shuri’s own spell
had just made the serpent creature mad. It lunged for
him, ready to grab him in its jaws. It moved strikingly
fast for a creature of its size, and Shuri was so taken
aback that he didn’t avoid its attack in time. At the
last moment, Katara tackled him, sending them both to the
floor and narrowly avoiding the serpent’s deadly fangs. The creature might have still caught them, but Fegala
leapt on it, clawing at its serpentine neck. The water
serpent swayed, obviously trying to shake off the
nightwolf. For all the power of the legendary Nikari
mounts, the snake’s size won out, and Fegala was thrown
off, only to hit the deck with an alarming sound. “Fegala!” Katara cried. She rushed to her nightwolf’s
side, but before she could get there, a large wave swept
over the deck, striking her at full force. She hit the
wall hard and slid to the floor, unable to reach her pet. Shuri despised Katara, and he didn’t much like
nightwolves, but them being injured at this time would be
more than a little inconvenient. He knew better than to
think the blow had seriously hurt the A’Mora, but that
could change if he didn’t do something. An idea occurred
to him. He’d never attempted the method, and he had no
idea if it would work. But if it did, they’d all be
saved. Then again, if he failed, he might cause them all
to be torn apart. That thought made Shuri hesitate. During this moment of
vacillation, the serpent focused on Fegala. Before the
serpent could consume its new prey, Tynare tossed a fire
bolt of his own at the creature’s gaping maw, causing the
monster to change targets for the third time. Shuri would never reach Tynare in time to save the
Aranken from the jaws of the serpent. Making a decision,
Shuri focused on the creature, sent a prayer to the
Creator, and slashed his hand through the air. He had not known if dimensional rifts would work here,
and to a certain extent, his fears proved justified. The
rift didn’t obey him in the sense that it didn’t appear
within the creature, as Shuri had willed it. But Creator,
that sort of thing was difficult under normal
circumstances—and this situation seemed as far from
normal as one could get. Thankfully, Shuri’s plan still
worked. The rift manifested behind the serpent and sucked
the creature in. The chaotic energies of the portal could
have destroyed the Aranken and their ship too, but Shuri
willed the rift into compliance, focusing its power on
sending the serpent to a small, uninhabited island that
they’d run into on their way here. Whether the creature
reached it or not was a mystery, but the rift closed
behind it, so Shuri counted it as a success. Once the portal and the creature vanished, the water
around them became calm. It was almost eerie after the
battle, and if not for the remnants of the Nikari ship—
the parts that hadn’t been sucked in with the serpent, at
least—still floating in the water, he’d have deemed the
whole thing a dream. Suddenly feeling exhausted, Shuri slid onto the deck.
Shit, he was out of practice with rifts. He needed to
learn how to control them better, because it seemed
obvious he’d need them here. For the moment, though, the danger had been averted. The
confused, frightened people started to get organized
again. Katara tended to Fegala, while the Aranken crew
directed the vessel toward the shield. Shuri would have appreciated some privacy, but the
Aranken prince didn’t seem to agree. He crouched down by
Shuri’s side and stared at him with those blue eyes that
summoned images of stormy skies and the deepest, darkest
depths of the ocean. The flirtatious comments and the coy
smile were gone, leaving behind a mysterious inquiring
expression. Tynare threaded his fingers through Shuri’s and looked at
their entwined hands. Shuri should have probably freed
his palm from the Aranken heir’s grip, but he didn’t.
He’d have liked to blame it on the fear of an
international incident, but at some level, he admitted he
wanted to push Tynare’s hair out of his face a little too
much for comfort. He had to clench his fist so he
wouldn’t do so with his other hand. Was it their brush with death that caused him to act in
such a way? Perhaps. For one moment there, he’d had a
flash of a different time and a different place, when Ivy
had nearly died. The comparison seemed flawed to say the
least, and Tynare wasn’t Ivy, but Shuri didn’t want to
lose anyone ever again. Tynare might be his foe, but
Shuri still wanted him to be safe. How f**ked up was
that? A heartbeat later, Shuri realized his concern might have
been justified. Suddenly, Tynare’s legs gave out, and he
collapsed on top of Shuri. Shuri caught the other man
before he hit his head or Creator knew what else. Turning
Tynare around, he scrutinized the prince’s face, only to
find his eyes tightly shut in a grimace of pain. A woman Shuri hadn’t noticed until now made her
appearance and dropped to her knees next to Tynare. “We
need to get him below deck at once,” she said. “Please
give us some space, Your Highness.” Feeling helpless, Shuri complied. The woman summoned
other members of the crew, and they picked Tynare up with
excruciating care. Shuri just stood there and watched as
they carried the prince away and left the deck.
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