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“Ah, a Zilvaren girl! Gods alive!” Wendy grabbed me by the shoulders and held on to me, looking me up and down. “I felt it! I knew the moment the gates opened again. I felt you pass through. There was a buzzing in the air that day.”
A buzzing???
“Stop.” Fisher held up his hand as if it were a shield. “Don’t… say that. Just, please don’t say that.” He had been annoyed, mad, irritated, turned on, and a million other things in front of me, but he’d never been afraid before. “The quicksilver pushed those words into my mind when you forced me to hold it back at the Winter Palace. What do they mean?” I asked, stepping toward him. He stepped back at the same time, shaking his head. “It’s better if you don’t ask. I can’t tell you anyway, so just… don’t.”
Bro come on stop being so tormented and secretive
His eyes met mine, and my heart stopped for two beats when I saw the quicksilver in his right eye; it pulsed, nearly covering his whole iris, leaving only the smallest crescent of green to shine through.
Damn its like hes having an exorcism
The chain around Fisher’s neck stuck to his skin, the pendant with the crossed daggers wrapped in vines rested in the hollow of his throat, wet with his sweat, and I glowered at the cursed thing, wondering why the fuck it wasn’t doing its job.
Fisher finally twisted over and laid his head back on his pillow. “Come here,” he said. “What?” “Don’t make me drag you down here.” There was a tired but playful catch in his voice.
“My mother was killed, too,” he whispered thickly. “We have that in common, Little Osha.”
Or… Or. Fuck it. I didn’t want the door to close.
Damn we really ab to have a post trauma dump freak off
Fuck me. Please fuck me. Take me. Own me.
Right there w ya girk
I’ll make you beg, Little Osha. I’ll fill every one of those pretty little holes. I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never want another male ever again.
OKAY FREAKAZOID
Every warrior in Irrín will smell me on you, Fisher’s voice rumbled in my mind. I’m going to make you hoarse from screaming my fucking name. I’m going to mark you in every way imaginable, so that everyone knows you’re fucking mine.
ME NEXT ME NEXT
It was every ecstatic moment I’d ever experienced, condensed and multiplied one millionfold. My body became a fiery torch, and there was Fisher, burning right alongside me.
I want what she's having
Fisher and I were now randomly capable of speaking into each other’s minds.
We know what this means
Fisher closed his eyes and let the dappled sunlight play over his face. “I didn’t know how you took your coffee,” he said softly.
Aw
“Is this the kind of thing you imagine me wearing often?” “When I imagine you, Little Osha, you’re very rarely wearing clothes.”
the left means blessed one,”
“The fingers…” He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling far too casually. “They mean all kinds of things.”
“Okay. All right. A lot of them are connected. Light. Dark. Silver. Steel. Earth. Air. Fire. Water. That kind of thing. Alchemist stuff.”
I feel like we're in avatar the last airbender
“There’s magic in it, isn’t there?” “There’s magic in all of them,”
The Marks are chosen for you. They won’t be there after a month. If you decide not to accept them, they’ll be gone for good.”
“Sacrifice,” he said, his voice hitching. “Why is it so much bigger than the rest?” Fisher took in the rune, then slowly drew down the sleeve of his shirt, covering it. “I think you can probably guess why,” he said softly.
“No, I can’t take that back,” he said stiffly. “And I’m sorry for that.”
Why cant he remove the bird
No, I can’t take that back. And I’m sorry for that. He hadn’t been talking about the bird tattoo. He’d been talking about the bite mark at my throat.
I feel some messy foreshadowing
Where is here… Here… Here… Here… Here…
I cant help but imagine the quicksilver sounding like the green aliens in toy story
“You’re making a weird face,” Carrion whispered loudly. “Are you talking to it?” “Yes, I’m talking to it. What do you think I’m doing?” “I don’t know. You look constipated.”
LOL
We will be forged anew. When you have upheld your end of our bargain, we will taste the blood of the one who would carry us. If they are honorable, we will consider allowing the old magics to flow through us again.
Do not thank us too soon. The die is not cast, Saeris Fane. First, you must restore us and bring us a song worthy of glory. Oh, I’ll do both. Don’t you worry about that.
This feels like its not gonn be that simple
By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead.
Outside, the sky was lit up with an explosion of green and pink light. My breath caught at the sight of it. “What is that?” “The aurora,” Fisher answered softly. “A blessing.” “Holy fuck.” Lorreth dropped to his knees in the snow, staring up at the sky, his mouth wide open. “It’s… beautiful. The aurora hasn’t been seen in… in…” “Well over a thousand years,” Fisher said.
To all those who’ll listen or haven’t been told, of the day the last drake woke and rose from the cold. Of the young warrior who came veiled in shadows and blood to defeat the foul creature and save those he could.
Is dis ab fisher
Of the Fisher King, and the wolves at his back, who came howling in the night, together, a pack. The frost blessed the morning. The warriors faced their fate. And thus begins our tale, The Ballad of Ajun Gate.
Maybe if i waited two seconds i would know its ab him
The air itself seemed to weep as he flowed through his lament.
Fisher rested his chin on top of his forearms and sighed. “What?” I whispered. He thought for a moment, appearing to decide whether he’d answer the question. Then he said, “I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.” “What have I stolen?”
HIS HEART DUH
I woke to hands built for violence gently soaping my scalp. No one had ever washed my hair before. It was an experience I wanted again and again. But only from him. Only from Fisher.
My fav microtrope
“I’m Saeris. I’m an Alchemist. I—” We know who she is, the quicksilver hissed. She is the dawn. She is the moon. She is the sky. She is oxygen in our lungs.
“We gave him his life. A boy. Just a boy. He was young when he entered our pool. He should not have survived it. But he was strong, and the grand halls of the universe rang aloud with his purpose. We permitted him to live so that he might fulfill that purpose. We bound ourselves to him that he might survive.”
“Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,” Fisher said.
Aw he gave her his fathers sword
“And if you should find soul sundered from flesh, order a drink for us at the first tavern you come across in the afterlife. We’ll settle the tab when we get there.”
But the sense of power he’d given off had been staggering; I’d felt it pushing and pulling at me, looking for my weak spots, as if it had wanted to force me to my knees in supplication.
Weird
And anyway, our magic doesn’t work on Sanasrothian soil. Fae magic needs light and life to survive. And there’s nothing on their side of the river but death, darkness, and decay. Our lands are divided directly down the centerline of the Darn.
“Don’t you dare die on my watch, Saeris Fane! Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces on her first fucking battlefield.”
HIS SOLE REASON FOR LIVING??? WE MISSED SOMETHING
Fisher threw back his head and howled. Ren joined him, and slowly, all across the rain-soaked camp, more voices joined them. Wolves all, singing out their victory.
Love this
It was Everlayne. And she was flanked by at least a hundred vampires.
GOOPED AND GAGGED BC WHAT????!!!
“She can’t come home now,” Ren whispered in a broken voice. “She’s his.”
Ah shit
“You will either come and try to save her, even though doing so would be futile, or else you’ll come for vengeance’s sake. Either way, he knows you’ll come. He doesn’t care why. Only that you do.”
Pls tell me why they want fisher so bad
“He’s waiting for you, my friend!” “Where?” “At the place where the two of you brokered your last deal. Honestly, I think he’s hoping for a repeat performance.” “There won’t be any more deals,” Fisher snarled.
WHAT DEAL
Or you give him what he wants. It’s that simple.” “And what the hell does he want?” Lorreth demanded. Fisher flinched, as if he wished the warrior hadn’t even asked. “He wants me,” he whispered.
But he doesn’t just want you this time. You might have been a valuable player in this game before, but a lot’s changed of late. There are far more interesting pieces on the board.” “He doesn’t get anyone else.”
Omg does he want saeris
“WELL, HE CAN’T HAVE HER!” Fisher’s declaration boomed over the Darn; it could probably be heard in the bowels of Ammontraíeth.
“You can kick and scream all you like,” he said. “But he wants the Alchemist, Fisher. If he has to burn down all of Yvelia to claim her, you know perfectly well that he’ll do it.”
shit shit shit shit SHIT
“Fisher, there are thousands of texts in the library back at Cahlish. There must be something in one of them about this. Your father studied the blood curse for decades. I bet he made a note about this. How to cleanse a thrall’s blood. How… how to burn away the enchantment between master and thrall before the conversion begins.”
