Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

It was Everlayne.

he’ll see that she makes it through the change and then spends the rest of eternity on her back, being fucked raw by Ammontraíeth’s most depraved residents, one… after another… after another. Or you give him what he wants. It’s that simple.”

“He wants me,” he whispered.

“I give you my blood in thanks, Saeris Fane.”

Back when true mating bonds existed.

“They called it a God Binding. A blessing from the gods themselves. They weren’t real, of course. The most important couples in Yvelian history were said to have had them,

“My weakness! My vulnerability! I’ve known for centuries that you were coming. That you were just going to show up one day and change everything. You’re the chink in my armor, Saeris. The soft spot where the knife slides in. You are the thing that Malcolm will hurt in order to hurt me, and I couldn’t… couldn’t fucking bear it!”

oh my

Fisher hung his head, a bitter smile at his mouth. “She said, when I needed you most, you’d come blazing into my life like a meteorite, riding on a wave of chaos that would turn my whole world upside down. That you’d shine so brilliantly that you’d light up hell itself and guide me out of the darkness. She had no idea what your name would be. Just that you’d have dark hair, and a beautiful smile. And that I’d love you with a fierceness despite myself.”

I’m honestly shocked to learn that you do.”

Im giggling

“If it were up to me, we wouldn’t spend another night without each other again.”

My soul was on fire, and I didn’t care if I burned for all eternity. So long as I was burning with him, then so be it.

If I wanted him to be, he would be the axis around which I revolved. I would be his. Two counterparts, independent of one another. Already whole, but together stronger than we could ever be apart.

I’m about to introduce you to all seven gods. When you meet them, don’t forget to tell them I’m the one you worship on your knees.”

“I’m coming with you through that portal. I’m gonna help you save your asshole boyfriend. But first, I want one of those fancy swords.”

He moved like liquid. Like lightning. Like vengeance.

“It isn’t supposed to leave the enclosure!” Fisher shouted.

of course not

“My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.” Malcolm began to shake. A violent convulsion wracked through him, and a thick stream of blood jetted from his mouth. It spattered over the coins at his feet. “You tricked me?” He choked, vomiting up another gush of blood. “You tricked me into drinking Daianthus blood?”

It was Malcolm.

what

Only that it landed.

And I cut off Malcolm’s head.

yes you did girlfriend

Even with the world ending all around us, he had me.

“Also, mate to my champion.”

foresaw then that no matter how the boughs and branches of this tree were manipulated, you and he would always collide.

I FLOATED on a sea of darkness. I was surprisingly calm about that, given my last encounter with a large body of water, but apparently, you didn’t need to be able to swim in the afterlife. Overhead, a canopy of stars bristled in the firmament, prickling with the promise of other realms. I was perfectly happy bobbing along on the nothingness, trying to count them. I kept losing track, but having to start over was no bother. I had nothing to worry about here. I floated for an age and felt civilizations rise and fall. In the dark, I observed the universe, and the universe observed me back. I was born and died a hundred times. And then I saw something that shouldn’t have been. A bird. It flitted around me in the void, its beautiful wings flashing blue-green. It sang a song so sweet that I remembered what it was like to have a heart, if only so I could feel it ache. And oh, it ached. I remembered more. Jade, the color of new grass. Winter mint and the promise of snow on cold mountain air. A crooked smile and dark, thick waves of hair. I remembered pieces of him, and all at once, and I remembered how to drown. I needed him like I needed air. I reached for him like I was reaching for the surface of a still, flat lake. Kingfisher. My Kingfisher. My mate…

love this

Fisher’s father had been the one to secret the true heir to the throne out of Yvelia. A thousand years later, his son had been the one to bring him back. It meant something.

omg