Rushad

No one else had even spoken to me; not even Rushad would meet my eyes.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Afterward, in the zenana, I asked Rushad how the vahmyâcam was made.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Still, Rushad doted on him, and for his part, Erich bore it with a certain fond tolerance.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Rushad heard the rumor first, and I prayed it was not true, prayed that Blessed Elua would intercede.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Rushad, a carving knife in his hand, lay slain across his knees, having done his valiant best to defend his fallen friend; gentle Rushad, who was no more a warrior than I.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

I had no allies, no Rushad to bring me court rumor.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

It was Rushad, on the far side of the zenana, stuffing his knuckles against his mouth to stifle an outcry as the Skaldi rose.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Rushad and Drucilla hovered alike, both distraught.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Rushad stole cat-footed to my couch, bringing a gift hidden in his right hand.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

I thought of Rushad and Erich the Skaldi, and wondered how Uru-Azag was faring in the city of Nineveh.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003