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For those who live their nightmares, so that others may have their dreams.
Everlayne had been kind to me. Taken care of me. Made sure I was comfortable here. Renfis was full of laughter and seemed solid and good. Kingfisher was a miserable, grouchy bastard without a kind word for anyone.
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
You are vulnerable. You are a newborn fawn, stumbling around in the dark, surrounded by predators with very sharp teeth. I am the thing that exists on the other side of the dark. I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”
I hated him, I did. But you couldn’t hate something without caring about it just a little, too.
“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.”
“Don’t you dare die on my watch, Saeris Fane! Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces on her first fucking battlefield.”
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
There were moments that were gifts, meant to be cherished only for as long as you could remember them.
One foot in front of the other, Fisher rumbled, just for me. Let’s make it through today. And then tomorrow. And then the day after. That one will be particularly interesting.
