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Tyrus produced the strange cylinder again. Rocky Horror Lips Cloth It was studded with gemstones and intricate carvings—either designs or a language beyond Annon’s knowledge. It was an object tuned to the ways of spirit magic. “What is this creation?” Annon asked, looking at his uncle curiously. “What do you call it?” Tyrus pursed his lips. “All magic is spirit magic. The beings inhabiting the gems are not trapped but are bound in service. They do so willingly and can leave if the user desires something improper. One cannot bind these types of spirits by force. These are the Tay al-Ard. With this, I can travel anywhere instantaneously. They are powerful.”

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“Anywhere I have been, specifically. Anywhere that I can imagine in my mind. Rocky Horror Lips Cloth I think of the place and the Tay al-Ard take me there. Anyone touching it or me will go with me. We go to the prince’s estate. Hold it.” Erasmus stretched out his hand and grasped the cylinder. Annon hesitated. “Why can’t I hear the spirit voices? Through my talisman, I should be able to.”

“One of the properties of gemcraft, Annon, is to amplify power…to increase the effectiveness of their magic. It also results in silencing them. Some spirits, like the lights in the city of Kenatos, are bound by force and wish to be freed. Some serve us because of obligations they have made to our race.” He glanced at Nizeera. “Her, for example. A talisman helps you begin to hear their voices. You must learn to hear them without it. That is when you will truly understand what they are saying.”

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The feeling was a jolt, a searing spasm of movement. Rocky Horror Lips Cloth There was an instant of nausea and dizziness. Annon found himself standing with Nizeera, Tyrus, and Erasmus in a strange room with a low table and cushions. The air was pungent with the smell of incense. He glanced around quickly, noticing the others in the room as well. There were Hettie and Paedrin. His heart leapt when he saw them and then sank when he saw Kiranrao brooding nearby, watching them. He remembered his insight from earlier—recognizing fully that Kiranrao was the one directing Hettie’s actions. He knew the girl Khiara, who had healed him by Neodesha’s tree. There was another Vaettir as well—Prince Aran—who looked like a Rike of Kenatos. The images blurred in his mind for a moment as he struggled with his thoughts and feelings. He needed to warn his uncle.

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“Uncle,” Annon insisted, feeling his stomach bloom with panic. He saw Hettie’s expression. Rocky Horror Lips Cloth She looked desperate. Paedrin looked ill. His mouth was twitching, as if he were trying to control his expression. Kiranrao said nothing, but his gaze was penetrating. Tyrus looked at him, his expression hardening. “Trust me, Annon. Let me say what I need to say.” He stared at his uncle’s eyes, his armpits stinging with sweat. The prince stood slowly, his expression turning into a scowl of distrust. The room filled with tension as everyone began looking warily at one another.

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