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For those who live their nightmares, so that others may have their dreams.
wasn’t. My real name? No way I was handing that over without a fight. This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
Sometimes, objects shook around me. Objects made of iron, tin, or gold.
We shared the same sense of humor and were both champions at holding a grudge.
Me and my husband
He’d told me I’d be back for more, and I’d told him in very colorful language that I’d snap his cursed cock right off his body if he ever tried to come near me with it again. Or something to that effect, anyway.
Period
“Hayden isn’t your friend. He’s my brother. Messing with him is against the rules.” Carrion leaned forward, propping his elbows against the table. He bounced his eyebrows in the most infuriating way. “I never met a rule I didn’t wanna break, Sunshine.”
“Spit it out, Carrion. You wouldn’t have bullied me into staying if you weren’t trying to work some kind of angle.” “Can I not just be enamored by your beauty? Can I not just want to sit and listen to the angelic tone of your voice?”
Oh pls
“Good. Oh, and, Saeris?” The guy just didn’t know when to quit. I spun around, scowling at him. “What!” “Even filthy and tired, you’re still beautiful.”
When I stepped out into the brilliant evening, Hayden was gone. And so was the gauntlet.
“My hand! She… she cut off my… hand!” “I’m coming for your fucking head next,” I seethed.
Slowly, he shook his head, his meaning clear as day. If you’re gonna fight any of us, you’re gonna fight me.
was harsh, but sometimes the cruel things we said served the kindest purpose.
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.”
He thought I would care? My vision flickered red, a lifetime of rage and injustice finally demanding retribution. Hell had already been unleashed upon this place centuries ago. What was a little more suffering?
Ok period
Of course Death was beautiful. How else would anyone choose to go with him without putting up a fight?
“You have no idea how important you are, Saeris.
“He is Belikon De Barra,” Everlayne said evenly. “King of the Yvelian Fae.”
Masks and scarves were my friends. No one knew what you looked like behind a piece of sand-blasted sacking and, therefore, had no reason to try and take your goods for themselves. There were no masks or scarves to hide behind here.
“I need to get back to Zilvaren. My brother—” “Is already dead.” The finality in Belikon’s words made my head spin. “The Bitch Queen put an end to your home and all who resided in it.”
It seems highly unlikely that a human woke the quicksilver.”
“Stop bickering.” A thrill of energy rocketed up my spine at these two words. Kingfisher’s voice was rough and pained, but it was also electricity. It made every hair on my body stand to attention.
Out of nowhere, his eyes flickered to me—the first time he’d even acknowledged that I was there—and again, the library grew yet another degree darker. Was he doing that?
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on stealing it. It isn’t very impressive. Looks more like a toothpick to me.”
LOL
“Humans are usually weak, fickle creatures, but I’ll admit, I admire this one’s loyalty. She values her family over everything else. There’s something to be said for that.”
could scale forty-foot-high walls and sprint across rotting rooftops, but the sight of Kingfisher prowling toward me turned my insides to a double knot.
Even with the cruel smirk playing across his mouth, Kingfisher was savagely handsome. “What can I say?” he purred. “Being completely cut off from civilization and summarily forgotten about has a way of changing you after a while.”
The way he called me that—Oshellith—like it was a dirty word, made me want to smash my fist right through his gorgeous face.
A second later, he slammed the sole of his boot against the wood, and then the door was on the ground in pieces. “Knock knock.”
“I’m going to kick his teeth down his throat,” Kingfisher announced. “How about you help me instead of threatening violence?” I countered.
“Straight for the jugular then, Little Osha? Ruthless. I like it.”
“Well, let’s start at the beginning, then. The quicksilver pools are pathways that connect different realms.
But wearing mine is the only thing that calms the noise in my head. Without it, the line between what’s real and what isn’t blurs very quickly.”
“You think very highly of me, human. In a way, I suppose what you say is true. But don’t mistake me for some kind of saint. I don’t give a shit about Yvelia, and I don’t give a shit about Belikon’s war. You are a bargaining chip. I saw my only avenue to freedom, and I took it. Ask me what I would have done had I found you in that condition under any other circumstances.”
“I just wanted to see if you knew what hard work was. I told you I was magic,” he whispered. And then he was gone.
When I realized how intensely I was studying the tips of the pointed ears poking through his hair, I quickly looked up at the glass-domed ceiling, clearing my throat, pretending to inspect the sky.
“Enjoy your dusty books, human. I’ll be waiting for you in the forge this afternoon. Don’t make me come looking for you.”
does deserve some grace, though. He has no rooms here. Nowhere to eat. Nowhere to sleep. No provisions. And a hundred and ten years, Layne. Can you imagine what a hundred and ten years would have been like in that place? Alone?”
Alchemy, it turned out, was a form of magic.
There had once been three branches of Alchemists—Fae who sought to discover the path to immortality, Fae who sought to create and invent by transmuting various metals and ores, and lastly, Fae who sought to cure illness and disease.
Thousands of years ago, the Alchemists used their magical gifts to alter the state of compounds and transform them into precious metals. There was no record of which compounds were used, or what was done to them, but the Alchemists were successful. They found a way to transform elements into vast amounts of gold and silver, which was reportedly used to fill the royal coffers.
“Elroy swears that a man will lie about the size of his cock every time a woman asks him.” Kingfisher stilled. “Are you asking me how big my cock is, Osha?” “I don’t care how big it is. I care about the way you answer.” A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.” “See.” I jabbed a finger at him. “You’re not going to be honest.” He looked around the forge, feigning confusion. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure that I understand your meaning.” “Ask a man how big his dick is, and he’ll show you that he’s full of shit.” “Maybe. But I’m not a man. I’m
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“Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock like a hungry little bitch in heat and didn’t ask me something that mattered.”
Jesus lmao
He was all I could see. All I could smell. He was cold morning air, and smoke, and fresh-turned earth, and a thousand other complex scents I didn’t even have names for.
This was cruel. This was torture. I was burning alive. He was going to kill me. “I can’t,” I sobbed. “You can. Show me that I’m wrong. Show me that you’re tougher than I think you are.”
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
A shimmering red affair made of raw silk. It was the kind of dress that would bring most men to their knees. I fucking hated it.
The sight of them sent a thrill of panic-tinged intrigue through me. Heat rose up from the pit of my stomach, my blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
“I like being surprised,” Fisher said, spinning his fork over in his hand. “I’m also a fan of aggressive foreplay. It’ll be a fun reminder.”
