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by
L.J. Andrews
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December 17 - December 22, 2024
the darkness is only defeated if the final truth is found.”
“Makers of shadows and mountains, come them all. Patience you need when darkness feeds, lest all thrones fall.” Danna hummed. “A king will rise, but only to his heart’s cries.”
“Never think such a thing again, understand me? You are my wife. To me that means you are my every bleeding sunrise.”
“You’d let her speak, Ari?” Wraith asked. “To silence her would rid me of the sweetest sound.”
“You like roses, right? Your admirer sends them?” “I never liked them until recently. Now, gods it feels important to me.”
“Riot Ode was no fool. He knew his world would soon be undone, but he refused to leave folk helpless without a way to access his different magicks. He gave each tale power, and made paths for those fated to rise and stand for this land.”
The lands are more connected than you’ve realized, and now you have seen that you were the catalyst for uniting them. The Golden King and his Raven Queen were the first song of a new path. The first tale that opened the way for others.”
“You are my every sunrise,” he breathed against my ear.
“Then let it take you,” he said dragging his tongue between the cleavage of my chest. “Fall apart, I swear I’ll be there to catch you. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
From the moment I took my first breath, I was destined to have this woman in my arms. We were carved from the same land, even if I lived a world apart.
“Who are you?” My arm draped possessively around Saga. I waited until Calista looked at me before going on. “A child of the Norns? A goddess? Half a god? A true witch? What I know is no one with simple magic could have sent a spectral with the power of Wraith.”
“My heart was written for you by the hand of fate. It is always yours no matter what happens.”
Guide her to the first bond and all the songs will be revealed, so a broken kingdom can be healed.
Wraith was no child when he led me through my sleep. He was sharp, demanding, and soft about the past in many ways. There was a clear power emanating from him, even as a phantom guide. What if he hadn’t joined from the Otherworld? What if he, like so many others, was hidden by Riot’s curse, waiting for one to find the bond that was missing?
When I visited Lump and Tor, I often told them they were dull, then spent the rest of my time chasing Aleksi and watching his eyes light up when I gave him little prophecies of his fated path. Once, I was forced to draw out the simple prophecies as a captive at Ravenspire. Now, I’d do it all day for the young royals if they kept looking at me like I was some kind of bleeding goddess.
When Mira shrieked after a chirping insect landed on her head, she sprinted off toward the two green-eyed boys laughing and pointing. Until vines and tendrils of grass wrapped around their ankles. Jonas and Sander were yanked to the ground. “Livia!” Jonas flailed about, his squeaky boyish voice echoed over the hillside.