The Ascension Of Dorian Blackthorn

ozy and furnished with different chairs and a countertop with cups, books and couple of dying herbs in jars. There was a s

m and sat down with her cup and saucer. She looked

of the quiet. Dorian paused, the heat of the mu

lling apart. The notes, the whispers... there is something going on and it fe

You mean you think it is relat

and the timing is far too coincidental." He paused for a moment, then said,

his isn't just paranoia? The way the Emberwoods maintain

sound of heavy boots could be heard coming down the long, thin hallway, and soon a large, muscular m

sily as possible. Connor Fairweather, the older brother o

ere again," he replied. "Yo

; he hadn't planned in advance. Connor looked at him with a slight raised eye

out?" he questioned h

ous, and placed a mug in front of Connor. "Oh, a

rowed. "You are mi

torted, his temper rising. Connor st

Tell us e

laced a new cup of coffee on the table in front o

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gray curls stepped out. Mrs. Isla and Connor's mother, Evelyn Fairweather, arrived carr

s surprised she couldn't help but feel

rian repeated rising to his

basket on the counter. 'You have become a good young m

on my mind," Dorian

t her hand on his shoulder, softly. "We

ad a choking effect on Dorian

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eerful topics. They talked about the past days Dorian and the Fairweathers had together when they were chil

tch the fish and you fell into the river?"

ar enough to ease the tightness in his chest. "I

fish you never caught,

art of a family, he had a home. However, as soon as the laughter subsided, the burden

e was rigid. "And I suppose that the library in Em

t her brother and though both were

a moment. "Those people... they

lthough the words tasted

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as still early in the morning and the first light of the morning sun was filtering over the large are

The light from the high windows fell on the room and it seemed that the dust particles floated in it.

mething that might connect him to the Blackthorn family, or the whispers that had plagued him. They

ir and began to rub his temples. "Oh, come on," he

art of the shelf. It was smaller than the others, and the leather cover of

written writings and drawings. Flipping through it, Doria

between the Blackthorn family and the Emberwood family.

ed, his hand running over the

nd ethereal. As soon as he looked at it, there was a kind of vibrant glow emana

he saw stars in front of him. The environment fa

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ere was heavy and hot and there was a low buzzing sound that resonated in his mar

ria

s eerie as before. He turned around to look for it and

elled, his voice echoing around

lhouette was blurry. It exuded authority and thr

figure said, and its voice sounded h

was pulled out from under him. He plumme

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was lying on the library floor with the book by his side op

e symbol was engraved into his mind. Whatever he had j

s," he whispered, remembering