Chapter 7.14 T
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Book: The King of Duels (16)
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Toren | 107 |
| Ijvani | 70 |
| Cognita | 29 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Mage] | 20 |
| [Innkeeper] | 4 |
| [Seer] | 3 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Necromancy] | 2 |
| [Terror] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Khelt | 4 |
| Izril | 3 |
| Liscor | 3 |
Mentions
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| Toren | Toren had no sensations. Not even sight. He floated in oblivion. A…void, without light. Without even the quality of sight. |
| Toren | No sound or touch—not that Toren had ever experienced the world as the living did. But at the moment, this was as close to true nothingness as he knew. |
| Toren | The black skeleton with magic and golden eyes had put him here. After Toren wouldn’t stop screaming at her. And he had been here forever. |
| Toren | He could have been happy. Or—content. With nothing to feel, or experience. But one certainty kept the disgust and dread in Toren’s soul. |
| Toren | “Toren.” |
| [Innkeeper] | The young woman, the [Innkeeper], looked at him. For the first time. For the last time. The skeleton felt his maddening despair, his terrible, painful joy as he reached up and removed his head. |
| Erin Solstice | A perfect end to it all. Understanding at last, the truth he had hid from. How much he wanted Erin Solstice to love him. How she would not, had not. Knowing he could not kill her. |
| Toren | Another Toren might have rejoiced. But all he wanted to do was rest. To experience nothing, to not…fail again. Because that was what tortured him. |
| Toren | Living, and seeing his flaws. The undead had perfect memory. And Toren saw his past. And it could have been different. He could still remember the songs, the music. |
| Erin Solstice | The look of hate, of abhorrent anger and guilt in her eyes, as Erin beheld her creation. Her first employee. |
| Toren | “Wake up, Toren. Wake. Up.” |
| Toren | Who was speaking? Toren tried to block out the voice. It was a figment of his imagination. Her. Just the madness of a skeleton. |
| [Sword Dancer] | She wore a sword. And she even stood differently than he had in life. A [Sword Dancer]. The female skeleton waved at Toren. |
| Toren | She wore a sword. And she even stood differently than he had in life. A [Sword Dancer]. The female skeleton waved at Toren. |
| Toren | “Yoohoo. Are you listening, Toren?” |
| Toren | Her voice appeared in his head. And it was—different. Distinct from any voice that was…Toren’s. Female. Unique. |
| Toren | “It’s me. Female Toren. Or is it Torena? You never really gave me a name.” |
| Toren | The female skeleton took her mask off for a second and grinned. A skeleton’s eternal smile. She was like him, and not. Toren—the helpless captive could only listen. What was happening? |
| Toren | “Surprised I have a voice? That I was real? Of course I was. You’re a skeleton, Toren. You don’t have fake voices in your head. That’s a mortal, living flaw. Yours? They’re all real.” |
| Toren | “You could have been their friend. You could have tried. But you killed her. For a second. And now look where we are. Look where we are, Toren.” |
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