This Will Be Fun

by E.B. Asher

Good Ghosts, Clare was going to nurse her so furiously. He was going to unleash the full strength of his fury on helping ease her pain. In the healing caress of his experienced fingers, she would know his wrath. Yes, he was going to nurse the living shit out of her.

“I didn’t say it to you when we first faced the Order, and Ghosts know I’ve lain awake more nights than I care to count thinking about what would have happened if Galwell hadn’t found you out. If you had—succeeded because I never told you . . .” he said. He felt he was carving each word in rock. Headstone or victory monument, he could only hope he knew. “I guess I’m . . . saying it now. I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it, so fucking stay in it. Please.”

The realm was witnessing how easily rich men who loved themselves could change into cheerful cultists who hated everyone else.

I love how you know firsthand that this realm has some really bad people in it, but you still choose to greet each day with kindness. And it is a choice. You’re not kind because you don’t know better, you’re kind because in spite of the bad people, there is still so much good here, and you’re committed to experiencing it.”