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The Arachessen didn’t make decisions based on morality—some made-up measure of right and wrong,
Hmmmm I like this. Morality is subjective
wrong. Worse, the Weaver had shown us that the Pythora King disrupted the natural order. His actions moved our world away from its course. That is the measure of an enemy of the Arachessen. Acaeja’s will. Balance. Not evil or righteousness.
“So you really can see, huh?” He was openly skeptical. “Despite the eyes.” “Yes.” “How many fingers am I holding up?” he said, not moving. “None,” I replied. He muttered, “Damn,” which sounded like either respect or disapproval, or probably both.
lol I love silly banter
“I don’t like forcing people to do things,” he said. “Bad way to earn loyalty. And I do require your loyalty, and your services. I can take them permanently, or you can offer them temporarily. I can get them by your fear or your choice. I’d rather the latter, but I’ll do either.”
OOOP
“Didn’t realize blindfolded ladies could still be lecherous,” Erekkus said. “Still just as unsettling as all your other tricks. Maybe I’d feel differently if I was on the receiving end, though.” “I’m not being lecherous,” I said, too quickly, turning back to the cart. “No shame in it, Sister.” “Don’t call me that,” I grumbled. “I’m not a Sister anymore.” He barked a laugh. “So no more chastity vow, eh? That’s convenient.”
Lmaoooo
“I don’t believe that.” He jabbed his pen at me. “That little chin wobbling thing. Enough of the theatrics.” My brows lurched a little. This man. Full of surprises. I gave him a small, conspiratorial smile, like I was letting him in on a secret joke.
Caught lol
With the gates in shambles and a wall of rock ahead of us, Atrius drew his sword and simply started walking.
He’d open wounds with quick sweeps and then use their blood as if it was another limb, pulling enemies to his blade or tossing them away.
Imagining this kind of fighting would probably be amazing
Another wordless sound, a choked groan. “You shouldn’t be here.” This time he spoke against my mouth—not quite a kiss, but the promise of one. I whispered, “Why?” “Because you make me ravenous.”
“I didn’t know you were so old-fashioned,” I said. “One fuck and suddenly you’re proposing marriage and crowns and—” “Not marriage.” He blurted that out fast, then winced. “Not that I—What I meant was—”
“Goddess Nyaxia,” he screamed. “I give you this gift. An acolyte of Acaeja. The blood of a tyrant queen, and the crown of a White Pantheon kingdom. I spill this blood and claim this kingdom for you, my Mother of the Ravenous Dark, Nyaxia.”
HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED.. QUICKLY
