Tempest of LiesChapter 12
"It makes little sense," said Jollis to an empty chamber. As the day in the Urisi Nation hurtled towards late afternoon, the sun had just risen over the Oceanus Imperial Palace. It was well past the candlemark when his Master should be seated at his desk tending to the morning reports. Yet the flame in the lamp at the corner of the desk remained low, untouched since Kyllos had retired the evening before. Jollis took a slow, deep breath. His own words disturbed him, not so much for their...