Rob's book. . .
"Everburn. . ." is ever closer to printing! Take a look: The man overwhelmed him with powerful, gracious eyes. "Are you intent on taking this road, Ponce?"
His presence was much different than before. Something like an invisible cloak had come off since their earlier meeting. He looked the same, but everything else about him reeked of power. Ponce felt like his soul was totally bare in this man's presence, but still somehow very safe. Lying was impossible. "Yes."
"Please give me your right hand."
Ponce extended his hand. With a drowning stare, the man clasped his hands around Ponce's hand. His eyes began to light up until they were a heavy gold. A searing feeling started to envelop Ponce's fingers. The burning slowly moved up to his knuckles, across his hand and into his forearm. Flames flickered all around the set of hands. He let out a quiet yell which grew into a full bodied roar of pain. His arm felt like it was on fire from the inside, but in spite of the overwhelming pain, Ponce didn't try to let go. The man's eyes held him totally placid until they dimmed to royal blue, and he released Ponce.
The man's face was regal and calm. "Do you know what a crucible is, Ponce?"
Ponce had dropped to his knees and twitched his fingers while he stared at his palm. "It's a container that can take incredible fire. I think they're used in alchemy and metallurgy to melt things down." He stood up and roared in anger. "But I'm not a crucible! What did you just do to me?"
The man smiled. "My name is Sotare, and I just made you into a crucible, my Crucible. The world is in trouble and only my fire can heal it."
"Fire kills and destroys. It can't heal."
Sotare's smile remained in the same place. "Mine can. And you will carry it, Crucible."
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