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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    The captain and Regal both gaped at him. "Why would you talk about him like that? Chivalry is dead, you dolt!"

    Verity barely listened to Regal's shout. He was reaching, outwards, inwards, anywhere, to find any trace of Chivalry. Chivalry was better at that than he was, he'd managed to turn his force to subtlety by his own power, was good at hiding away his Skill sense and strength and making himself into a shadow where once he'd been right in the brightest of the light. There was nothing. No assurances that all was well, no shared pain, not even any last words. Nothing.

     

    The first time Verity learns of Chivalry's death, he makes a joke. It takes him a while to realise it is very real.

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    27 Oct 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 9

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    Burrich is still getting used to having the boy around. He's still getting used to not having Chivalry around. He's still getting used to his broken, useless leg.

    He's still getting used to a lot of things. It's a steep learning curve

    Happy Winterfest!!

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    27 Oct 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 12

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    Horses nicker and shift in their muzzy slumber, and the soft snoring of the minuscule, tan-coated puppies and dog form a susurrus of animal heat - natural, barely perceptible. Chivalry smells the dull grassy sting of old strewn hay, the warmth of fresh milk, the inexplicable smell of young children - the heat of their small frames, the buttery scent of new skin. He wants to vomit, he thinks with some alarm, or maybe faint and sleep for a thousand years. He wants to hold his boy in his own hands. He wants to hand him over to Patience, watch her eyes soften into crescent moons, her dark smooth locks splaying over the boy's bouncing ringlets.

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    A study of Chivalry Farseer's first encounter of Fitz, through Verity and the Skill-sight. Blood of his blood - the quietness before they were apart.

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  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    Years after Ultima’s search finally came to an end, he turns his gaze back to Valisthea once more—and is forced to realize that the one person he has been waiting for all this time is not given the chance to grow into the vessel he needs. He must acknowledge that Mythos, imprisoned and stripped of all power, is teetering on the brink of death.
    He informs his most loyal servant of this transgression.
    And in the end, it is Sleipnir who is tasked with caring for Mythos. Loyal, obedient, and devoid of emotion, he is perfectly suited to mend the damage done to the vessel.
    He approaches this task as he does any other, expecting a quick and uncomplicated success. But the more time he spends with Mythos, the more he is forced to confront the question of whether he is truly nothing more than a mindless tool.

    As a slave and punching bag within the imperial army, Clive survives solely through the thought of revenge for his younger brother. After a catastrophe, he finds himself in the hut of a stranger. He expects the worst, but instead is given a second chance.
    And soon, Clive not only begins to see the place he now lives in with different eyes, but also his new master.

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  5. Public Bookmark 11

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    "My beloved" he told him softly, wiping his own cheeks. "Can you hear me? Remember when you had your first fever, at the monastery? We were eight years old-the beds were so small, but you wanted to sleep with me, and I held you in my arms until you were over it. I wasn't going to let anything bad happen to my little friend. And now, I will not let that happen to my love."

    Dion fell ill with fever, and Terence took care of him.

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    26 Oct 2026