Quote - Chap 20 - Mendera Temple

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Kittara hadn't thought she'd learn much at the invocation college, but she'd been wrong. The book she was reading was mostly about focus and patience, two qualities she definitely needed to work on. Thanks to Luri and several shamans on the 3rd rift, she knew most demon languages perfectly and as on Mendera, any knowledge considered worthy, was etched onto metal sheets.

"You seem fluent in many languages that even our most advanced students find difficult."

The tutor was a converted chaos creature, as were most of the teaching staff. He was smiling at her, but the dents in his skull looked horrendous. Once, a very long time ago, someone had pushed their fingers into his skull to convert him into a useful tool. He was also dead in any real meaning of the word. His circulation had stopped, he would no longer eat or drink, or at least not normal food. The creature was a shell to hold the chaotic essence, Kittara even picked up a slight smell of decomposition.

"Thank you," she said, "I had known I was coming here for a very long time and I prepared myself."

He clucked his approval at her and walked away. She could learn much from him and the other tutors, but she really needed to meet the people who had converted him, they had the real power. Kittara read on, memorising an invocation spell she thought might be useful one day.

"Are you with us for long ?"

So far the other students had kept well away from her, leaving her with most of the advanced section of the library to herself. The female talking to her looked like a young high level demon, but she knew looks could often be deceptive.

"Until I've learned everything there is to know."

"My father doesn't seem to think that will take you long."

So, Neosto's daughter. Yes she could see the resemblance; she was getting far better at recognising family characteristics in demon faces. Unlike Mendera, the demon immortals did breed, Neosto must have fathered thousands of children.

"Sit with me for a while," said Kittara, "and remind me of your name ?"

The young demon sat near her, putting the metal book she was reading on the table.

"My father always says that names have power over us and I should be careful who I give my name to."

She was teasing her, she could tell by the look in her eyes.

"And you believe that ?"

"No, I think my father is talking rubbish, my name is Neola."


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