Frost 65, 119 There were only two more days until the deadline. Fortunately and fortuitously, Foma had most of the day to focus on imprinting the golem's core. The early morning had been filled with letters, both filing and summarizing as well as writing and sending off replies. In a way, it was a ...

Ash 41, 119 Since he'd been accepted into Master Wagner's workshop, Foma's fingers had been perpetually stained black with a combination of charcoal and ink. When he slept, his dreams were filled with that same darkness, the scents of the ocean, the spicy smoke of charred wood... he'd never written...

Frost 64, 119 By the time the golem's fabricated parts had arrived, Foma had finished the lures, selected and inscribed the core, and readied everything he'd need to work on the individual pieces themselves. While he'd received a verbal lashing from Miss Holzknecht regarding his late night mistake ...

Of all the things Foma had considered, he'd not thought to wonder whether he as now had any affect upon the lord. The moment Lord Geralt reminded him of what it meant for a lord to speak with, let alone gift, a nameless, his own smile immediately disappeared, replaced with both sudden realization a...

Lord Geralt hardly seemed pleased. In fact, he seemed entirely dis pleased. His expression darkened, and Foma found himself staring into the eye of a storm that might just very well smash him against the rocky shores of the lord's disappointment. There was no where to run nor hide. There was nothin...

Frost 61, 119 There was saying Foma couldn't quite recall that was, in essence, "a plan made is a plan made to fail". Meaning that while he had so carefully metered out his prospective time to make certain he'd have enough of it to complete the master's request, he had not taken into acco...

Frost 60, 119 "Put that away, Kos." Miss Holzknecht, arms folded expectantly, stood over his workbench and waited for him to find and place his bookmark. Once the manual had been set aside, she handed him an enveloped, one whose wax seal had already been cut open, but that wasn't unusual ...

Lord Geralt's praise was neatly and properly curbed by the reminder that a single "not" was all that separated Foma from despised. Thus, though his smile in reply was in earnest, he couldn't help but find himself as nervous as before, perhaps even more so. His thumb returned to the flower...

Frost 2, 119 As he'd practiced time and time again under the watchful eyes and attentive ears of Miss Holzknecht, he settled his mind, stilled his breathing, and pulled up into the forefront of his thoughts: motion . It had taken weeks just to pin down what the concept even really meant to him. He'...

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