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Here, in the south of France,
Am i going to assume they all have a french accent
What’s going on here?
Im also confused
So that’s what happened to Raphael Launcelot, the beautiful demi-Fey who broke my heart.
Not a second chance romance
Because the truth is I do imagine things, and I’m sometimes confused about what’s real and what’s not.
Girl
Beautiful, vulgar, seductive, and dripping with pleasures I’ve never experienced. Two women in my embrace, two heavy breaths on my chest. I cannot remember their names. The unruly sun pierces the calm, and birdsong heralds the night’s end. I will lie in bed all day, wrapped in the limbs of bright, glaring strangers. But my home is the night and the soft meeting of lips to lips. My eyes drift closed, and with the man’s beautiful voice in my mind, I dream of a starry sky.
What are the odds its the mmc thoughts
“Sometimes, a particularly stupid student asks why we bother with knives and swords. After all, guns still work. The British military has them. And the answer is because we are not bloody soldiers, we are spies, you absolute fucking moron.
I like her
A voice, angry and venomous, echoes in my mind. You need to be put in your place. You should have been nice when you had the chance, and now look at what you’ve done. Whore.
So she can hear peoples thoughts
Dickinson is already dozens of yards away, staring after me.
Your poor horse
“Nia,” he says, “just say the first word that comes into your head. Then keep going.” “Rigid pillicock,” I blurt. He stares at me. Not a hint of a smile.
Girl
My pulse starts to race. It’s him, isn’t it? The voice I’ve been hearing all these years when I’m alone and tired. The sometimes violent, sometimes sensual voluptuary who speaks to me when I’m in that liminal space between waking and dreaming, murmuring in a velvety voice.
Well damn
The prince’s chambers are on the third floor, and that’s where I’ll find Freya. I just want to make sure I get there before Talan does.
Just seems like a terrible idea
“No,” I whisper. “We’re not trapped in the whirlpool. We’re trapped in the waking nightmare. We never left the Château des Rêves.”
Damn
“Of course. The assassin clearly went after you because you’re a Sentinel. I’m going to make sure our other Sentinel is safe.” He looks dazed. “I’m just going to get rid of the body first.”
But he looked surprised when she used her magic
His face is an expressionless mask. “What happened to me? I don’t think you understand.” He leans closer. “I don’t think I like you very much, and I never have.” He seems to hesitate for a moment, and his fingers tighten into fists. “From what I can tell now, trash is a perfectly accurate description.” There it is. The blow I’ve been waiting for all along.
Its clearly for show
What if this is where they’re keeping Raphael? On Avalon itself?
How tf would that make sense
Mordred flashes me a dark smile. “Oh, I know. And you are going to help me do it, Nia.” Mordred stares at the sky, looking lost in thought. “I see things in dreams, and sometimes, I dream of you. There’s a silver-eyed man you want to rescue from Auberon.” His sharp gaze lands on me. “And I’m the only one who can help you, my daughter.”
I really havent been paying attention to the history in this book
