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For those who live their nightmares, so that others may have their dreams.
spilling jets of hot, peasant blood into the sunbaked sand.
“How am I s’posed to tell you… anything if I… can’t… fucking… breathe?”
shivered with heat,
This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
super-heated particles
tiny circlets of gold looped together to form a chainmail that was notoriously impenetrable by blade or magic.
solar plexus.
shit themselves to death.
“What if they track you down and realize what you can do? The way you can affect metal—”
“He’s twenty years old, El.
He was also uncommonly good in bed—the only man in Zilvaren who’d ever made me scream his name out of pleasure rather than frustration.
To a tavern full of savages who’d cut your throat and steal the dirty boots off your feet as soon as look at you?
“Hayden isn’t your friend. He’s my brother. Messing with him is against the rules.”
“I never met a rule I didn’t wanna break, Sunshine.”
glass vials full of cloudy liquids that were supposed to bestow gifts upon you if you drank them.
Madra
arid air apart.
If he hadn’t gambled with Carrion…
“My hand! She… she cut off my… hand!”
“I’m not paid to ask anything,” Harron interrupted in a clipped tone.
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.”
“Harron here tells me that you stole from me today.
“It was the Fae, wasn’t it?”
Saeris Fane was twenty-four years of age when she died. Honestly, she should have died a lot sooner, but the girl never did know when to give up.
I wheezed out eight words, knowing they’d be my last, enjoying the stupidity of them. “This is the part where… you scream… Captain.”
The hunter-green dress she wore was a work of art.
Death had come for me, with wavy black hair and wicked green eyes.
Death, dressed in midnight,
“Kurin, god of secrets. Nicinnai, goddess of masks. Maleus, god of dawn and new beginnings. These two are often counted as one god,”
“Balmithin. Twin sisters. Goddesses of the sky. Legend says that they once were one god, but a mighty storm came, and Balmithin refused to take shelter as it raged across the land. The powerful spirit within the storm was furious that Balmithin didn’t cower before him, and so he lashed her with forks of lightning. Again and again, the lightning struck Balmithin, but she didn’t die. Instead, she cracked and split in two, becoming Bal and Mithin. Bal is the goddess of the sun, but goddess of the day in a looser sense. Mithin is the goddess of the moon, but again, she presides over all of the
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I also had no idea what a moon was,
“That’s Zareth, god of chaos and change.”
“How?” It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her. But, well… I didn’t. I could still see my breath clouding in the air.
Its orbital sockets were six feet wide.
stately chairs
“Do you not bow before a king, Creature?”
Eyes the color of dull pewter
Damn right, I wasn’t accustomed to my new surroundings.
“Ignorance is no excuse for disrespect,” the male spat.
It seems highly unlikely that a human woke the quicksilver.” He grunted, displeased.
“Is your life really worth so little to you?”
“Kingfisher.”
The name Kingfisher echoed throughout the hall, spoken with a mix of reverence and fear.
A terrible, multi-layered scream
Madness and death!”
thunder and judgment.
A river of blood—bright blue—spilled
Seven feet tall and heavily tattooed,
I’d noticed the filaments of silver threaded through his right iris back in Madra’s Hall of Mirrors,
