Bonds of Truths by Davis Ashura EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Davis Ashura
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Time is not the arbiter of what is, what was, and what will be. It is
Memory. Without it, falsehoods are believed and truths are discarded.
Or so it is thought…
Cinder grunted in aggravation as he worked on the confusion of kindling.
All he wanted was to get a fire started, which should have been easy.
Would have been in most circumstances, but currently wasn’t since he was
attempting to do so by sourcing lorethasra and forming a weave of Fire.
Even then, given the memories, skills, and Talents granted to him by Shokan,
this shouldn’t have been such a problem.
But it was, and Cinder knew why.
It was the fragging blue-and-green lightning woven throughout his
lorethasra. The pain from it was worse than usual, which wasn’t a surprise
since he had barely sourced his lorethasra or conducted Jivatma since
escaping from Flatiron Death two weeks ago. Two weeks since he and Anya
had nearly died. Two weeks of rest and recovery, one at an oasis south of that
scorching desert and another in the mountainous wilds west of Naraka.
But he wasn’t fully rested, and he wasn’t fully recovered. Which was a
large part of why lighting a simple fire was so hard.
Cinder sighed, rolling his shoulders. He’d been crouched over the
kindling for a while, and he needed a break. A stretch of his neck, and he
glanced about.
Snow-covered peaks soared all about the shallow ravine in which he and
Anya were camped. While the western slopes blocked much of the gusting
wind, Cinder could still hear it moaning. A small strand of evergreen trees
leaned over a stream that was teeth-numbingly cold but free of ice since
spring’s thaw had finally arrived. The neighing of horses drew Cinder’s
attention to where Anya was caring for their mounts: Barton, Painter,
Cigarello, and the pack mules.
“Still having trouble with the fire?” Anya asked, wandering over.
“It’s the lightning,” Cinder explained.
Anya nodded understanding, lips pursed in sympathy. “I don’t have your
limitations, but I know what you mean. Ever since Flatiron, I feel empty
inside; weaker. All my skills and Talents are lessened.”
“We almost died in there,” Cinder replied, figuring that had to be part of
the reason for both of their regressions.
“Maybe we have to train harder if we want to reclaim what we lost?”
“Accept the pain and embrace the grind.” Cinder was familiar with the
concept since most of his life, it seemed like that’s all he had ever known—
pain and the need to grow.
But Devesh, he was tired of it.
Anya squatted next to him and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it
gently. “We both have to work harder.”
Cinder nodded, appreciating her support.
It was strange. Their time prior to Flatiron Death had too often been
riddled with an eruption of irrational rage but now… Now it seemed like their
anger toward each other had burned out during their trek through Flatiron’s
sweltering heat. If nothing else came from that excursion, Cinder would have
counted his improved relationship with Anya as worth the hazards they’d
endured.
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