Cursebound (Faebound, #2)

by Saara El-Arifi

And Akomido…was secretly Komi all along. How we didn’t see it I’ll never know.

IT WAS SO OBVIOUS

In her hands she held a large crockpot.

lolololololol

The crystal was a precious commodity, creating the ideal conditions to grow plants and warm homes, no matter the weather or environment. The perfect fuel and fertiliser.

Finally an explanation

Alder had earned his nickname the day the Nomads found him over a decade ago. He’d been sheltering in an obeah den on the western plains of the continent. He’d been filthy and incoherent, a family of obeah his only companions.

Human

Pale blue hexagon tiles lined the brickwork, so jarring next to the squat stone houses beside it. Salawa had insisted on the colour – ‘To look like a morning sky,’ she’d said. Dead birds littered the ground at the base of the walls where their little wings had been crushed from the unexpected impact. The fountains were circled by guards just in case someone thirsty stumbled towards clear water for a drink. No, the fountain wasn’t for drinking. Even if clean drinking water was scarce during the summer months.

Off with her head

Alder scoffed, cutting him off. ‘If there is one thing I’ve learned it’s that worthiness is a quality made up by those who wish to justify a hierarchy.’

Golan collapsed into one of his plush armchairs and released the catch that clipped his artificial leg in place. He lowered the leg to the floor before massaging the scar tissue just above his knee. Alder watched him from the chair opposite, and once his breathing steadied Golan said, ‘You can ask, you know. I see you watching.’ Alder frowned. ‘My curiosity is never greater than someone’s privacy, so no, Golan, I will not ask.’