Novelas y relatos de A Taste Of Gold And Iron

I heard it before I saw it, a soft rush beneath the guarded silence, and the sound nearly broke me because water in the Outlands still felt like a miracle. The walls rose high around us, black and cream and gold. Not bright gold everywhere like cheap display. No. This gold had weight. It traced doorframes, tower edges, and banners in careful lines, catching sunlight just enough to remind everyone that power did not need to shout when it already owned the stone. Emberfall was wealthy. Not soft wealthy. Not pretty wealthy. Dangerous wealthy.

*** As I wrote the words on my skin, my blood didn't come out red. It came out **Gold**. And as the first drop hit the dirt, the ruined earth began to grow **Steel**.

"Its name should be Nirvana. Looking at it, it really looks like a piece of heaven has come to earth." Bishop Eloise laughed to hear her, thanking in her heart. She said, "This city was surrounded by five silver water lakes that were made with different metals. The largest of the five was called the Golden Lake because it was filled with gold ore. The second one had copper ore on it. The third one was made of silver ore. The fourth one had iron ore, and the fifth was made of diamond ores. It had a lot of people living here, and they had very different customs. Everyone from different races lived here. It was a wonderful place."

No Adelaide. Apollo’s gaze swept the perimeter, slow as a blade unsheathed. His nostrils flared. He tasted the air as predators taste blood: fire, ash, fear, and a thin, alien thread of gold—so faint it could be mistaken for imagination, were he too young to know the difference between imagination and omen. Gold, like a halo glimpsed through smoke. Gold like scripture carved into bone.

(OLD PUPPET) “TIME IS GOLD, BUT IRONICALLY WE CAN STILL TURN IT BACK, YET WITH SOME RESTRICTIONS. BUT ALL ELSE, ONE THING WILL ALWAYS REMAIN THE SAME. IF YOU CAN NOT HAVE HIS HEART THEN BETTER YET ONLY DREAM ABOUT HIM UNTIL ETERNITY.”

"Hotter than wood. Longer than wood. It’s called Coal. The Empire doesn't use it because they have forests. You don't. Mine the coal, and your people will never freeze again." She moved her finger to the base of the mountain. "And here. Three hundred feet below the old iron mine." She looked at Cyprian. "Gold." The room erupted in laughter. "Gold?" Kaelen howled. "In the North? Girl, we’ve mined these hills for centuries. There is only iron and dirt." "There is a vein of gold so thick it will make the Emperor’s treasury look like a beggar’s cup," Vespera said. Her voice was absolute steel.

“I, for one, cannot wait for this year’s Trials. Some of the challenges I thought of all by myself. And I’m eager to watch it play out.” Rhys scanned the crowd, his grin widening as the air suddenly grew stiff. Toby couldn’t help but be impressed. The Gold heir had a knack for producing such a sinister vibe that emanated whenever he willed it. “From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference.

"But inside here, it's not like out there. We have unlimited fields." "How?" I asked, my mouth full of food. "The gold," he said with a knowing smirk. "It enhances everything around it." "I knew it was odd to have so much gold everywhere." "It's just a light coating on the outside of everything—from the gates surrounding our lands to the wooden posts in our crop fields. Every crystal has a unique quality." He held up his blue coffee mug that reflected the light. "Is that the same blue crystal used in your food supply that deformed most of your pack?"

Once again, I opened my lips to speak, but all I could do was gasp. Forcefully, he spun our bodies around, pressing mine on the cold wall, his hazel eyes meeting mine. The moon bathed his skin with a soft glow, highlighting his features—from his muscular pecs to his abs, which glistened like a diamond close to the shore. His left hand found its way beneath my neck. Not so that I might get choked, but so that I'd know he had control over my body. Of course, he did. If he didn't, I'd be fighting to get my way out of his grip. But here I was, allowing him to control my body like he owned it. Maybe he did.

No sir. I take a glass from the cupboard to pretend; I open the refrigerator door, and there it is, the most delicious dessert I have ever seen, it is not as tasty as the tres leches cake, but a sweet is sweet. I place the glass on the internal shelf, I take a spoon out of my pocket and open the box to proceed to grab a good portion, and I take it to my mouth. "Mmm," I moan as soon as the sweet taste of tiramisu makes contact with my taste buds. Not caring about the fuss Al will make, I take another spoonful and pop it into my mouth. "Mmm, God!"