Chapter 6.14 K

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Released on: May 7, 2019, 10:22 a.m.

Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:09 p.m.

Book: The Wind Runner (10)

Most mentioned character

188 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Trey Atwood	143
Nawalishifra Tannousin	113
Orthenon	56

Most mentioned class

20 mentions

[King]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Mage]	14
[Blacksmith]	8
[Smith]	7

Most mentioned skill

5 mentions

[Edict of Bloom]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Edict of Silversky]	4
[Edict of the Blooded]	4
[Blessing of Rains]	1

Most mentioned spell

1 mentions

[Invisibility]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Light]	1
[Message]	1

Most mentioned location

30 mentions

Germina

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Reim	29
Hellios	26
Chandrar	12

Mentions

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Name	Text
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Nawalishifra Tannousin	“Nawali. Nawali. Nawalishifra.”
Bezhavil Tannousin	Bezha called to Nawal in a soft, gentle voice. As she had done for many years, ever since she had begun helping to care for Nawal and her brother as children. And that name, Nawali—only she called Nawal that. An affectionate name she still used even though Nawal was grown.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Bezha called to Nawal in a soft, gentle voice. As she had done for many years, ever since she had begun helping to care for Nawal and her brother as children. And that name, Nawali—only she called Nawal that. An affectionate name she still used even though Nawal was grown.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Bezha called to Nawal in a soft, gentle voice. As she had done for many years, ever since she had begun helping to care for Nawal and her brother as children. And that name, Nawali—only she called Nawal that. An affectionate name she still used even though Nawal was grown.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Bezha called to Nawal in a soft, gentle voice. As she had done for many years, ever since she had begun helping to care for Nawal and her brother as children. And that name, Nawali—only she called Nawal that. An affectionate name she still used even though Nawal was grown.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Bezha called to Nawal in a soft, gentle voice. As she had done for many years, ever since she had begun helping to care for Nawal and her brother as children. And that name, Nawali—only she called Nawal that. An affectionate name she still used even though Nawal was grown.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	But that was only half of the feeling in Nawal’s chest. The other half was like a hidden sunrise in her. She felt good, though she didn’t know why. At first she struggled to remember. Was it the triumph of forging a sword? No, not necessarily. That sword of steel was just that; a sword, far from a masterwork for all it had been done pure. Why was she happy?
Bezhavil Tannousin	And then the girl lying in the warm embrace remembered. Her eyes opened. An older, lined face smiled down at her. Bezha. And clustered around were some of the other women. No Silmak. No Hesseif. And no…Trey?
Silmak Tannousin	And then the girl lying in the warm embrace remembered. Her eyes opened. An older, lined face smiled down at her. Bezha. And clustered around were some of the other women. No Silmak. No Hesseif. And no…Trey?
Hesseif Tannousin	And then the girl lying in the warm embrace remembered. Her eyes opened. An older, lined face smiled down at her. Bezha. And clustered around were some of the other women. No Silmak. No Hesseif. And no…Trey?
Trey Atwood	And then the girl lying in the warm embrace remembered. Her eyes opened. An older, lined face smiled down at her. Bezha. And clustered around were some of the other women. No Silmak. No Hesseif. And no…Trey?
Bezhavil Tannousin	“Bezha.”
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Nawal croaked. The woman nodded. She held something and Nawal felt cool liquid at her lips. Instinctively she gulped and tasted a sour, bitter liquid. But refreshingly cool.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Nawal croaked. The woman nodded. She held something and Nawal felt cool liquid at her lips. Instinctively she gulped and tasted a sour, bitter liquid. But refreshingly cool.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	A stamina potion diluted with water. The thing for exhausted bodies. Nawal felt some strength enter her limbs. But she didn’t rise yet.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	Nawal was exhausted. All she wanted to do was rest. That was her right, wasn’t it? Part of her, the sleepy part, resented even having to speak and be awake. But Bezha was insistent.
Bezhavil Tannousin	Nawal was exhausted. All she wanted to do was rest. That was her right, wasn’t it? Part of her, the sleepy part, resented even having to speak and be awake. But Bezha was insistent.
Nawalishifra Tannousin	A yawn cracked Nawal’s mouth open. She didn’t feel the veil on her face. Of course; they must be in a woman’s room, where men were outlawed normally. Bezha shook her head in answer to Nawal’s question.
Bezhavil Tannousin	A yawn cracked Nawal’s mouth open. She didn’t feel the veil on her face. Of course; they must be in a woman’s room, where men were outlawed normally. Bezha shook her head in answer to Nawal’s question.

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