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I can’t even tell my sister, since she’s taken personal leave for the first time in her entire career.
To do what??? And why now???
My father’s observations on the combative isle are sharp, almost clinical, but lack his usual insight. There’s a marked difference between this book, written when he was twenty-three and straight out of the Scribe Quadrant, and the manuscript he left for me in his office.
Sloane argues, her cheeks flushing a second before her narrowed gaze drops away from Dain.
miss sloane am i sensing…a CRUSH on mr aetos??
amber flecks in Xaden’s eyes
THEYRE NO LONGER GOLD THEYRE AMBER THEYRE GETTING REDDD
“Do you ever tire of your own voice?” she questions, soaring a little closer to Sgaeyl. “Never,” he assures her.
rotating a beaded bracelet of what looks like black tourmaline on her wrist
this is…new? Black tourmaline for psychic protection
Something about the knotwork holding the metallic beads tickles the back of my brain, and I swear I can smell parchment for the smallest of seconds before I look away.
tyrrish knots???
“You went to see Grandma Niara
Y is she visiting a grandma in the middle of this nonsense
Mom and Dad almost never spoke of his family. Is that where the bracelet came from?
“You should go up to Luceras.” She looks at me with the oddest combination of worry and dread, her mouth tightening. “Talk to her yourself.”
THIS FEELS WEIRD.
“She knew. And he left the books for you alone, remember?
Whats going on queen
“I would like to try an Unnbrish horse,” Andarna muses. “No,” Tairn and I answer simultaneously. Andarna sighs down the bond. “One day I’m going to stop asking nicely.”
“They have a claw in her symbol, suggesting a common origin.”
She holds a sword pointed in our direction in her left hand and a shield protecting the right edge of her temple in the other. Her long hair is braided down one side of her torso, and she’s dressed in long, belted robes with an armored chest plate.
Every single one of them has silver hair. Not gray. Not white. Silver.
Is violet like…related to these people
My gaze locks on the last of them, a girl who looks to be no more than ten. The brunette’s silver-tipped braid swings against her back as she scoops up a younger child and is ushered inside.
JUST LIKE VIOLET HELLO???
Aaric steps forward, then replies to the commander in what sounds like flawless Unnbrish.
How he know dat
She must be at least seventy-five years old. How long would it take for such a tattoo to fade to the point it’s unrecognizable?
“Ah, then it is good we did not complete your dedication.” “My what?” What kind of drugs do they provide in the temples here?
HUH?
“I still see us among your potential paths, should you decide to take it. Dunne will accept you. It is not too late to choose Her.”
WHAT IS SHE SAYING
“Then it’s daggers,” Xaden says. My head whips at Xaden. “Your swords are your best—” “Daggers,” Xaden tells the commander,
Bc its violets best
“Fucking yield!” The heat within me snaps outward and breaks with my voice. Lightning streaks downward and strikes to the left and right. Rock cracks. Thunder immediately follows, rattling the ground and leaving only the patter of rain and silence in its wake.
IS SHE CONTROLLING THE SKIES W HER ANGER ??? OR IS THIS ANDARNAS DOING
“The lightning. Was that you?” he repeats, lifting my chin between his thumb and forefinger and searching my eyes. “No.” I shake my head. “I mean…” The heat. The anger. The snap. Weird. “Just coincidence.” Or Dunne. “There isn’t any magic here.”
SOMETHING IS STRANGE !!!!!!!!
Amarali.”
This is the second time she has been called this
How did you do that?” She gestures behind me. I turn, following the motion, and stumble for words. The terraced seats carved into the wall are cracked down the middle, and the rock is charred black where lightning struck.
“Bring us, say…twelve eggs—two of each breed—and I’ll bring my army to the Continent.” Eggs? My stomach hollows, and I retreat a single step as Tairn growls in warning. The second Krovlan uprising. Dad was right. But they weren’t looking for feathertails because of their gifts; it was because they thought they were…malleable?
Of course my parents didn’t dedicate me. That practice was outlawed in the two hundreds, and even earlier in Poromiel. “The high priestess just said some weird things that distracted me.” And I foolishly let her. I’m supposed to be smarter than that.
But maybe they did
“The vegetation is even paler here,”
His hair bears two strips of silver amid red curls.
Xaden reaches across me and wraps his hand over my hip like I need protection. “Mom.”
SHUT THE FUCKING FRONT DOOOOR
“Room for one more down there?” I ask. He blinks, then forces a half smile. “For you? I’ll move to the couch.”
Even when hes sad hes considerate of her i cant
“You’re all that matters to me.” “Same.”
I hate that she makes them say same
“No wonder she never came back. She didn’t just marry; she built a whole new family.”
Omg im emo for him
“The pain. The mess. Give it to me. I’ll hold it. I know that sounds ludicrous, but I’ll find a way.” I lace our fingers. “I will hold everything you don’t want to feel because I love every part of you.” “You already hold my soul and now you want my pain? Getting greedy, Violence.”
“Are we scheming? I do enjoy scheming.” “We’re planning.”
Shes such a ROD
but Aaric digs into his chicken, completely unfazed.
hes too unbothered for it to not be weird
She knew and she left him there, didn’t even go back.
Damn
“Lifetime. Anything less is unacceptable.” Xaden slides his hand to the back of my neck. “And her full name for the papers is Violet Sorrengail. Two Rs.”
HELLLOOOO
“My last name is tied to the title, but we could take yours,” Xaden offers, and his eyes soften just slightly when they lock on mine. “You could hyphenate,” Garrick suggests. “Or combine? Riorgail? Sorrenson?”
WAT R WE TAWWWLKIN AB
“Violet is the only choice I’ve made for myself. I won’t sacrifice her for three years. Not for a single day. You would know that if you hadn’t abandoned me, if you knew me at all.”
NOW THIS IS A MAN.
“It’s Amaralys, according to ancient royal records, though I believe Poromish records called it Amelekis.
“I prefer keeping my mouth shut until I understand the rules of whatever game is aiming for my throat. Helps me judge the character and acumen
What is his signet…is it knowledge
“It seems the four of us are missing our forks.”
NO NO NO DANGER
And she’s been hoarding it for weeks. My mind begins to race. Weeks. She knew we were coming. I prefer a Deverelli approach to an alliance. That’s what Queen Marlis said. Courtlyn must have informed the other isles. Talia knew Xaden was coming.
Oh…THIS IS FUCKE
“This is the part where I tell you I’ve already killed you.”
YEEUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH
“Time for your test. Do you know why arinmint is illegal to export? Why it’s against the rules to take it outside Aretia?” “The fucking tea,” Faris hisses, shooting a glare at Talia.
VIOLETTTT YOU CRAZY BITCH THIS WAS FIRE
“I have four uniforms, but only one fucking flight jacket, and I”—punch—“hate”—punch—“sewing!”
LMFAOOOOOOOOOO
“We’re fighting a war for the future of our world. This shouldn’t be a competition. Logic and wisdom dictate that you assist us so you don’t become us.”
Three minutes later, Garrick groans and opens his eyes. “This is my least favorite isle.”
MY HONEY
“Look at me.”
Oh no not the loook at me
