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And I was being marched to my death. Funny how your own impending demise will rob a girl of her desire to take in the scenery.
Do you know much about metalwork, Captain? I do. It’s under the most unbearable conditions that the sharpest, most dangerous weapons are forged. And we are dangerous, Captain. She’s turned us all into weapons. That is why she won’t suffer my people to live.”
“Even in times of peace, the Fae are always at war. There are those among our ranks that might pretend to be your friend, but often they’re hiding knives behind their smiles, ready to sink them into your back. You’d do well to remember that.”
“An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,” he called as he went. “Osha for short. They hatch, live, and die all in one day. The cold kills them very fast. Isn’t that right, Renfis?”
“Because I’m magic.” “What about you is magic?” “Everything,” he said, entering the room. “My looks. My sword skills. My personality—” “Your personality is trash.”
“Bad human,”
How did you even kill a Fae warrior? Did you need a special weapon? Could they be poisoned? I made a mental note to ask Rusarius—the old librarian was bound to know.
The forge disappeared. Everything fell away. Everything but him. His mouth met mine, and a wall of sound erupted inside my head.
hurt. Leaving without saying goodbye?” I propped myself up on one elbow, then managed to sit up, wincing at the sharp bolt of pain that fired through my side. “I don’t owe you a goodbye. I don’t owe you anything!” “YOU OWE ME YOUR LIFE!” His fury echoed through the cavern,
You are soft. You are fragile. 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.”
To all those who’ll listen or haven’t been told,
She is the dawn. She is the moon. She is the sky. She is oxygen in our lungs.
“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, but it was all romantic rubbish. Just something storytellers embellished to make their tales more tragic. Plus, they looked impressive in the illuminated books.”
