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“What if they track you down and realize what you can do? The way you can affect metal—” “It’s a parlor trick, Elroy. Nothing more. It doesn’t mean anything.” Even as I spoke, I knew I was lying. It did mean something. Sometimes, objects shook around me. Objects made of iron, tin, or gold. Once, I’d been able to move one of Elroy’s daggers without touching it so that it had spun around and around on my mother’s dining table, balancing on its cross guard.
Kala’s, as it was known by most, was one of the only places in the ward that would trade food and drink for goods instead of money.
Carrion Swift: the most notorious gambler, cheat, and smuggler in the entire city.
Alchemy, it turned out, was a form of magic. Forgotten, long-dead, old magic that was as much a myth to the Fae of Yvelia as they were to the people of Zilvaren. 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. At some point, the quicksilver was discovered along with the other realms its pathways connected, and all manner of chaos ensued afterward.
Annorath mor!
Meaning?
“I go and I try to get your brother. You help me and assist me in any way I ask you to, and you do as you’re told. You agree to this pact?” I nodded. “Yes.” “You understand that this is a blood oath? And you will be bound by this oath until death?” “Yes! Gods, I understand! I agree. Just get on with—” Kingfisher slapped his palm against mine and held on tight.
Mmm.
“What’s a feeder?”
“Trust me. You don’t want to know.
What a feeder is
The wailing that echoed throughout the forest drew closer and moved away at random intervals, making my breath come quick and shallow. Eventually, a wail came so close that it sounded as if a starving creature was lurking right beneath Aida’s feet. I screamed, jumping in the saddle, pulling my legs up, heart hammering in my chest. Kingfisher halted his horse and looked back at me wearily. “What’s wrong with you now?” “There’s… there’s… urgh, we’re going to die out here, asshole! Can’t you hear that screaming?” He looked at me like I was the most tiresome thing he’d ever encountered. “They’re
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My panic cranked up to an eleven. “Ghosts?” Kingfisher’s mouth drew down thoughtfully. “I’m not familiar with that term. These beings are non-corporeal. They have no physical substance. They can’t hurt you. They don’t even know you’re here.”
Gods above, I couldn’t swallow. “Then why are they screaming?” “They’re reliving their last moments. You’d scream, too, if you’d suffered the same death they had.” “They died here? In this forest?” Don’t do it. Don’t ask him. Do not fucking ask. I had to know, though. “How did they die?” Kingfisher cast sharp...
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“Feeling a little sore, human?” “Sore doesn’t come close,” I grumbled. “I’ll happily kiss all of your aches and pains better for you once we strike camp. I’ve been told my mouth has healing properties. Especially when administered between a pair of thighs.”
Ugh
“That is Ammontraíeth,”
The seat of the enemy
hells teeth
“Hell’s teeth.”
Ammontraieth
“Its walls are sheer, made of obsidian, slick as glass,” Kingfisher said. “Built from the bones of demons. The peaks and spires are as sharp as a razor’s edge.”
Ammontraieth
Irrín was an ouroboros—a snake eating its own tail.
enthralled—” “There. That word. What does that mean?” “The victim becomes bound to the vampire who bit them,” Lorreth said, stepping in. “Mindlessly devoted to their needs. They’ll feed and fuck their master without a single thought for themselves. Inevitably, their masters grow bored and drain them, and then their victim dies. Three days later, they rise from wherever they’ve been discarded and become the feeders you’ve seen on the river.”
“The Oshellith hatch once in most Fae lifetimes. Up north, in the wastelands, far beyond Ajun Sky, where the dragons used to live. The air’s so cold there that it’ll freeze in your lungs if you breathe it in without a mask. No life exists there for long. But once in a thousand years, the howling winds drop, signaling the coming of the Oshellith. News of that event travels quickly. That’s when the bravest of our kind set out. They go on foot where no horse can go. When they reach the valley where the Oshellith hatch, they find the butterfly’s cocoons and they shield them with their bodies. They
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Freaking ugh ❤️❤️❤️
A husband turns to his wife one day and says, ‘Y’know, I bet you can’t think of something to tell me that will make me both happy and sad at the same time.’ The wife doesn’t even need to think about it. She turns to her husband and says, ‘Your cock is way bigger than your brother’s.’”
Corrions joke
“Release us.” Release us! Release us! Release us!
Annorath mor meaning ^
“That’s not a spider. That’s Morthil. It’s a demon. And it’ll stun you with its stinger and eat you alive if it catches you. Slowly. Over a period of days—”
