Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

I would fall forever, burning and burning, until my blood turned to crimson steam and my flesh sloughed from my brittle bones.

Is this foreshadowing her going to hell? Fisher told her that’s where he’d been earlier in the story and it was implied as being sarcasm, but I wonder if he was being literal.

“What’s the difference between this side and that side?” I asked. “Either way, I still have to look at his smug face.” “She’s right,” Fisher said. “She’s made her decision. Let her sit wherever she wants to sit.” Ren gave him an odd look. “Really?” “Really.” I didn’t know the general all that well, but I knew him enough to tell that he was confounded by Fisher’s declaration.

Is that where his wife is supposed to sit?

With a crash, the table flipped, toppling to the floor, and then Fisher was on his feet, lifting me out of my chair, lifting me from the ground… crossing the tent. My back slammed up against something solid and hard—a bookcase?—but it wasn’t the shock of the pain that ripped the air from my lungs. It was Fisher’s mouth.

This was not earned at all. Waiting on some actual romance in this story, otherwise it’s not going to rank highly for me. Possibly a DNF coming up.

He held my gaze, unblinking, and for once, the quicksilver that marked his eye was still.

If she can control metals, can’t she call the Quicksilver out of Fisher’s eye?

“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.”

Really? Out of nowhere? Not impressed.

I spun around and found Fisher. “This sword wasn’t just tempered steel. There was quicksilver in the blade.” He nodded, displaying the faintest hint of satisfaction. “There was. Not much. Trace amounts. But yes, that’s why it answered you when you commanded it to stop.”

Does this mean she can awaken the dormant quicksilver in their old weapons?

Only, this was the second time Fisher had gone to see her recently, and neither time he’d been injured.

Is he having her attempt to heal him of the quicksilver in his eye?

Our offspring actually age twice as fast as human children. We’re fully grown by twenty-one or twenty-two. That’s when the aging process slows down dramatically.”

This makes absolutely no sense

Now, now, now…

I’m assuming anything in italics Fisher can hear

Back when true mating bonds existed. Unions between true mates were blessed with marks from the Fates. That’s where the tradition of inking our hands originated from. But there’s no such thing as true mates anymore.

So Saeris and Fisher are mates