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that a man might either get lucky or be beaten unconscious depending on my mood when I sat my ass down at the bar.
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.”
Rumors are next-door neighbors to gossip, and gossip always breaks bread with lies.
“Death is an open doorway that’s meant to be walked through. On the other side of it lies peace.
Do not touch the sword. Do not… turn the key!” he panted. “Do not open the gate! You—you’ve no idea the hell you will unleash on this place!”
Of course Death was beautiful. How else would anyone choose to go with him without putting up a fight?
“This sword has slain thousands,” he seethed. “I wouldn’t have thought that was anything to brag about,” I replied. “You should probably get it looked at.”
But, of all the beautiful things I had seen, Fisher was the most beautiful of all.
“It’s beating fast because I’m afraid,” I snapped. “Of me?” Kingfisher huffed a blast of laughter down his nose. “No, you’re not. You should be, but you’re not. That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
