The Grey Tower

Johan
Johan couldn’t quite hide his relief as he realised that they weren’t going to continue with the dancing… or, rather, the attempts to dance. Even thinking about trying to keep up with the tune the flutist was playing made him feel dizzy. He wouldn’t know where to put his feet or what to do ...

Johan
Close contact was not something that Johan liked. He was one of those people who got antsy when you got within a foot of them – his personal space was his personal space -, and having his hand on Jaren’s back (for more than few seconds, too) had his heart pounding with nerves. He tried to ...

Johan
What was he not saying? Oh, everything and nothing. The main thing was that he had come into this expecting the other man to already know all the details, but apparently he didn’t, and that made things even more complicated; that made it increasingly clear that he had well and truly gone ...

Johan
Still not moving, Johan was slowly coming to the realisation that Ravak Gaidin really had no idea what his daughter had been up to, and that he wasn’t feigning ignorance just to trap him. It was just that Johan had thought, what with him ending up in the infirmary as a result, it was ...

Johan
Johan didn’t move to take a seat, but instead remained where he was. He wasn’t the type to just happily go along to his death, and he knew that sitting down would certainly be signing his own death warrant. It reduced the chances of escape. Maybe he should have kept silent, but pretending ...

Johan
Johan couldn’t stop himself from self-consciously glancing around, worried that people might be watching, but thankfully the tavern was pretty empty, the few others there were engrossed in a game of dice. It still didn’t make him any more comfortable, and he had to fight the urge not to run ...

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Johan
Sitting and talking was the last thing that Johan wanted to do. Disappearing was a far more appealing idea, but unfortunately he couldn’t channel, so making a gateway was out of the question. He stood there, completely frozen, wondering what he was going to say. He didn’t know how much the ...

Johan
The wine could have tasted absolutely bloody marvellous, and Johan still wouldn’t have liked it. He didn’t want to like it, because that was one step closer to becoming like his father, and he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. The fact that things tasted differently for different people ...