Real Power? It did not lie with the families. It was held elsewhere.
With those who had coin, influence and independence:
The Mausoleum wizard.
That one merchant who had made his fortune in the Midlands.
The Harbour Guild.
And, of course, Tria —
                          THERE!!
                                                   There it was!

                     Yu’s mind snapped awake. 
          He jolted from his daze, back from dead tired to desperate to avoid death. 
                           Panic gripped him as his thoughts collided, 
                                                                    crashing into each other in a chaotic whirlwind. 
                His mind was overwhelmed by the flood of them, too many to steer, too fast to control. 
          He tried to breathe, tried to focus, but his fina instinct was faster, kicked in, took over, 
               and locked his body frozen. His muscles clenched, unbearably tight, refusing to obey him. 
       He could not move. He could not get up. 
              He could not overcome the cold grip of his avian instincts. 
                     And so he lay paralysed, flat on his back,
               tensing and cramping and shaking and staring at the stone ceiling, 
                        while the panic ripped through him. 
                    And in the midst 
                                   of all that chaos, 

                                                   the panic found words.

                                          The missing piece.
                           The missing piece in all of this.

                                                                         The reason he was still alive.

                                 The reason they kept him alive.

                                                              They could use him!

Yu broke through the binding helplessness of his avian ancestors.
He shot to his feet with a burst of frantic energy that sent him spinning around the room,
his senses suddenly stretched to their limit.                          Everything was sharper now —
                                                                                                              every crack in the stone,
                                                                                                    every shadow in the corner,
                                                                           every sound that was here and the many that were not.
                               The syndicate was going to uSE him!
                                                         Oh God!
                                                                                                 Oh Fuck!
                                                                                                      Oh Fuck, no!
                                                                                                     NO! No! No! NO!
                      He ran to the door and locked it.    NO! NO! NO!
                                                                         That had to be it.
                                   NO! No!    NO!                            That had to be their plan.
                                     No! No! No!                That was why they were keeping him.
          With his stumps pressed against the cold metal,
  NO!   No!         he let out a shaky void breath.      NO!     No!
      NO! No! It caught halfway up his throat,      NO!
                              his mouth dry as the desert.
                    The missing piece was Tria.

                            THEY  WILL 
                                        USe ME   

                             To  DePLUME  TRI A!

Real Power? It did not lie with the families. It was held elsewhere.
With those who had coin, influence and independence: The Mausoleum wizard.
That one merchant who had made his fortune in the Midlands. The Harbour Guild.
And, of course, Tria —
                                     THERE! 
                                         There it was!

                  Yu’s mind snapped awake. 
       He jolted from his daze, back from dead tired to desperate to avoid death. 
               Panic gripped him as his thoughts collided, 
                                                            crashing into each other in a chaotic whirlwind. 
                               His mind was overwhelmed by the flood of them,
                                  too many to steer, too fast to control. 
             He tried to breathe, tried to focus,
      but his fina instinct was faster, kicked in, took over, and locked his body frozen.
            His muscles clenched, unbearably tight, refusing to obey him. 
                                         He could not move. He could not get up. 
           He could not overcome the cold grip of his avian instincts. 
                 And so he lay paralysed, flat on his back,
                 tensing and cramping and shaking and staring at the stone ceiling, 
                        while the panic ripped through him. 
                       And in the midst 
                                       of all that chaos, 

                                                          the panic found words.

                                       The missing piece.
                           The missing piece in all of this.

                                                                         The reason he was still alive.

                                 The reason they kept him alive.

                                                              They could use him!

     Yu broke through the binding helplessness of his avian ancestors.
 He shot to his feet with a burst of frantic energy that sent him spinning around the room, his senses suddenly stretched to their limit.  Everything was sharper now —
                                                                                             every crack in the stone,
                                                                            every shadow in the corner,
                                            every sound that was here and the many that were not.
          The syndicate was going to uSE him!
                                              Oh God!
                                                                                           Oh Fuck!
                                                                                                      Oh Fuck, no!
                                                                                                     NO! No! No! NO!
                      He ran to the door and locked it.    NO! NO! NO!
                                                                         That had to be it.
                                   NO! No!    NO!                            That had to be their plan.
                                     No! No! No!                That was why they were keeping him.
          With his stumps pressed against the cold metal,
  NO!   No!         he let out a shaky void breath.      NO!     No!
      NO! No! It caught halfway up his throat,      NO!
                              his mouth dry as the desert.
                   The missing piece was Tria.

        THEY  WILL               
USe ME         

        To  DePLUME  TRI A!

Real Power? It did not lie with the families. It was held elsewhere. With those who had coin, influence and independence: The Mausoleum wizard. That one merchant who had made his fortune in the Midlands. The Harbour Guild. And, of course, Tria —

THERE! 
There it was!

Yu’s mind snapped awake. 
 He jolted from his daze,
    back from dead tired  to
desperate to avoid death.
   Panic gripped him as his thoughts collided, crashing into each other in a chaotic whirlwind. His mind was overwhelmed by the flood of them, too many to steer, too fast to control. He tried to breathe, tried to focus, but his fina instinct was faster, kicked in, took over, and locked his body frozen.
       His muscles clenched,
            unbearably tight,
       refusing to obey him. 
He could not move.
 He could not get up. 
     He could not overcome
the cold grip of his avian instincts.

And so he lay paralysed,
        flat on his back, 
tensing and cramping 
and shaking and staring
at the stone ceiling,   
               while the panic
ripped through him.
            And in the midst 
                  of all that chaos, 

  the panic found words.

The missing piece.
            The missing piece
                     in all of this.

    The reason
      he was still alive.
   The reason
        they kept him alive.

They could use him!

     Yu broke through the binding helplessness of his avian ancestors.
     He shot to his feet with a burst of frantic energy that sent him spinning around the room, his senses suddenly stretched to their limit. Everything was sharper now —
every crack in the stone,
every shadow in the corner,
every sound that was here and the many that were not.
    The syndicate
          was going to
       uSE him!
  Oh God!
                               Oh Fuck!
                        Oh Fuck, no!
   NO! No! No! NO!
 He ran to the door  NO!
   and locked it.  NO! NO!
         That had to be it.
  NO! No!   NO!
                    That had to be
  No! No! No!         their plan.
   No! No! No!   That was
                     why they were
    With             keeping him.
   his stumps
        pressed against
   the cold metal, NO!   No!
   he let out    NO!  NO!
a shaky void breath.  No!
      NO! No!  It caught
           halfway up
     his throat,      NO!
             his mouth dry
           as the desert.

The missing piece
was Tria.

THEY  WILL  
USe ME            
TO  DePLUME  
TRI A!

WISHING YOU ALL A HAPPY NEW YEAR

WISHING YOU ALL
A HAPPY NEW YEAR

The Glass Wizard_Webseries, Webnovel_Author_The Duckman_Coffee_Thank you, dear reader

Dear Travellers,

The turning of the year is a time for reflection on the past and anticipation of what is yet to come, a moment of quiet pause between the chapters of life. It serves as a reminder that, much like the characters in our stories, we too grow, learn, and change as time moves on.

As this year brings the conclusion of the first book, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for your presence, your encouragement, and your thoughtful engagement with The Glass Wizard. I look forward to the next chapters of our journey together. I hope you do, too. The very next section will feature a new song!

Here’s to another year of stories shared and adventures lived!

With sincere appreciation,
The Duckman

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