Page 87 of Revels on an Angel’s Grave

This. This was the typical appearance of the Fates. Not Serchus’s more realistic vision.

The two of you, together, Aevollon said, his voice musical.

“We didn’t expect it either,” Emmeline admitted.

Desmond flicked a glance at her and jolted. “Oh, Fates.”

“What?” she asked, whirling toward him as Aevollon laughed musically, warmth radiating off the Fate who embodied the sun.

“Your eyes,” Desmond said, peering closer. He gripped her shoulders, turning her as if the angle would change something. “They’re entirely silver, and you’re…” He glanced back at Aevollon, at a loss for words. “I’ll show you later.”

Discomfort wriggled along her spine—her eyes were silver? Maybe that always happened during her readings. Desmond’s were their usual amber, though.

Emmeline addressed Aevollon, “We’re still looking for answers about the murders on Lyra. Can you tell us what plans Dryvius has in the future or help us clear Roremar’s name?”

Aevollon answered in his melodic tone: For ordinary Starsearchers, readings cannot be done of higher powers such as the gods, Angels, or Fates.

Emmeline held in her sigh. “I understand, but Dryvius’s actions are toying with the lives of mortals. Of Valyrie’s warriors. We wish to see if it can be stopped.”

Aevollon nodded, all his moves lyrical. There are paths that end in these actions being derailed, but I cannot show you what as they are too directly related to the actions of Fates and cannot be entirely determined.

If the Fates couldn’t speak of it, whatever was going to happen was dependent on Dryvius’s decisions. Emmeline’s entire body tensed at the confirmation.

“What about Roremar?” Emmeline insisted.

“Can we help him survive this tournament?” Desmond added.

I cannot see.

“Why is that blocked, too?” Emmeline mused. They should be able to see Roremar’s future aside from Dryvius. She had atop the Trade House.

Unless the two became too closely linked to decipher.

A second form appeared beside Aevollon, a starry veil rippling across her face, her form as celestial as his. Emmeline gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Desmond asked.

You are not to be here, Aevollon said to the new Fate.

“Who?” Desmond asked.

Emmeline looked between them. “You can’t see her?”

“Clearly not.”

So, the joint reading wasn’t merging everything.

“Anphrosia is here now, too,” Emmeline explained.

Desmond stiffened, crossing his arms and glaring at the spot Emmeline indicated. “What does she want?”

Apparently Anphrosia could see and hear Desmond, because Emmeline didn’t have to repeat his question for the Fate of Cruelty and Adoration to say, I have seen very intriguing paths for you.

“What paths?” Emmeline asked, ignoring Desmond’s grumbled annoyance at not having heard the reading.

Anphrosia answered,

Bonds do forge,