The Grey Tower

Malin listened closely, his head tilting slightly as she read the title aloud, the corners of his mouth lifting in a brief smile that was almost conspiratorial.

"You’ve given a more honest summary than the title, I suspect," he said softly, the storm-gray of his eyes warming with quiet humor. "And ...

Malin allowed a small, genuine smile to form, a subtle lifting of the corners of his mouth rather than anything bold. He inclined his head in greeting, hand brushing lightly against his heart in a gesture borrowed from his people’s formal customs.

"You are not wrong," he said, voice carrying the ...

Malin drifted between the aisles of the Grey Tower’s library like a ship gliding through mist, the faint lamplight brushing against his Sea Folk skin with every careful step. He had no real destination—he often let the Pattern tug him toward what he needed before he knew he sought it. His fingers ...