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“When the Queen is asleep, Luther’s in charge. When they’re both asleep, I’m in charge. When all three of us are asleep, you’re in charge.” “If the three of you are asleep, then there’s no one left for me to be in charge of.” “Exactly.”
Taran, I’ve heard you say ‘Lumnos’s tits’ at least ten times.” “Yes. Devotedly.”
“She is my Queen. She is a gift from the Blessed Mother herself. She is...” Luther swallowed and dipped his chin, and he was no longer talking to Zalaric. “I gave myself to her the moment I met her, and I have not regretted it for a second. I have laid my life at her feet, and I would do it again and again, a thousand times over. She has my faith, my loyalty, my vow... I believe in her with everything that I am. There is nothing I would not do to see her fulfill her destiny. No matter the cost.”
Stories of the Everflame were plentiful. Apparently, the Old Gods once plucked flames from its branches and gave them as blessings, flames that burned forever and kept their bearers warm even in the coldest of nights. Pregnant mothers would risk their lives to travel the sea once labor began, believing a child born on the Everflame’s blessed soil would be imbued with its sacred power of life.
My mind swirled around the memory of what had just occurred. I opened my thoughts and let Taran take my place as the images played out in my head. He let out a dramatic, breathy moan. The others stared at the two of us in confusion. “This is the greatest gift you could ever give me. This is better than drinking. This is better than sex.”
“Remember my sister’s words. Beware my brother’s wrath.”
Eleven must fall for one to rise. Share the gift to pay the cost. A dying star will rekindle the spark. What is forgotten is not lost. Remember my sister’s words. Beware my brother’s wrath.
would do anything for you. As long as I can do it with you.”
