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“Utter one more foul word about her and I will slit your throat from ear to ear. I’m sure the red of your blood will look like a work of art pooling at her feet.”
Eyes of forest green and tanzanite blue clashed together, screaming silent words across the short distance separating them, words that wouldn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t be said.
“Dance with me.” It wasn’t a question.
I will personally assure her death. In fact … I will force you to be the one to serve as her executioner.”
Mariah could have sworn she saw the ends of Ciana’s hair lift as if on a phantom breeze,
Girls are worth very little in a world where money and magic and power reign supreme.
Inside, I’m just a heaping lump of scar tissue, just like so many other women in this country without magic to protect them.
We don’t worship a goddess because she’s weak, and I think it’s time this kingdom remembers that.”
What better place to start a revolution—to remind the world of what the Goddess and the women of this land are capable of—then at the Winter Solstice?”
“M, if you’re suggesting that we bring a little depravity to the palace, then I’m totally on board.”
a part of him had known she would be both his damnation … and his salvation.
Fuck his role as an Armature. She was his. And he would stake his claim.
Just because I can’t have you, doesn’t mean the others—or any other—can.”
I can’t—won’t—risk your life with some antiquated old ritual, but I won’t share you either.”
“And I don’t care about your past, or your future, or any of it. Because you are fucking mine.”
Whenever he challenged her, she met him. She pushed back against his cold darkness with her brilliant light, and it drove him wild.
This is because our magic is not a gift from Qhohena. It is a gift from her sister, Zadione.
The first Ginnelevé was Xara’s equivalent, hand-chosen instead by Zadione
She is also the Goddess of the Wilds, of passion, of free will, of everything untamed. She is Qhohena’s necessary equal, as important to the world as her sister.
I am the last Silver Priestess. And you, my light, are our last heir.
“What do you need, nio?”
“I did once say I would only ever be a distraction for you. But then you went and turned yourself into mine.
a zap—of magic, of fate, of who the fuck knew—lancing across his skin as she’d met his gaze.
All he knew now was that he would go to the ends of the earth for this wild girl crafted from moonlight and the darkness between the stars, even if it killed him.
It was at that moment Andrian knew he loved her, heart and soul.
he felt a presence both old and young, light and dark,
Love is a weakness, Andrian Laurent.
OMG STOPPPPP
Never wish to change an evolution that was always destined to occur.”
He was also the Keeper of Souls, the bridge between life and whatever awaited beyond.
Priam the consort god
“You underestimate me, princess. You always seem to do that.” “Prove it.”
“Show me how good death can feel, Andrian.”
“Fear me, nio. I am not a place of refuge or safety for you.”
✨✨FERAL SCREECHING✨✨
And Mariah let herself fall into it, into him, headfirst.
“Come for me, nio. Show me your light. Let it blind me.”
“I wasn’t scared, because … I knew. I knew you would’ve caught me. That you never would’ve let me fall.”
Priestess of Callamus, God of the Night Sky and Hidden Things,
But those are not the only gods of this world; in fact, there are eight.
Idrix, worship Ydros of the Earth.
Kizar Islands claim Krilene o...
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Kreah desert honor Rulene of ...
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Luexrithian mountains, follow her Consort, Callamus ...
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Flétrir, the Scourge who calls the pit o...
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Order for Qhohena … and passion for Zadione.”
The time of weak men leading Onita is over.
So, he let that word fall from his lips, and didn’t pull it back. “Mariah.”
It was the sound of his voice. So broken, so filled with pain and emotion and reverence she felt her knees begin to shake.
He smelled like the Ivory Forest, like those trees at the heart of Onita where she’d spent her childhood wandering and learning and growing. He smelled like home.
You got under my skin and made my blood sting and crawl and fucking hurt.
“Every single inch of me craved—craves—you.
I didn’t feel anything without you in my life.
