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It was harsh, but sometimes the cruel things we said served the kindest purpose.
It’s under the most unbearable conditions that the sharpest, most dangerous weapons are forged.
Rumors are next-door neighbors to gossip, and gossip always breaks bread with lies.
Of course Death was beautiful.
I wanted to dig my heels in and refuse to budge an inch, but I got the feeling that I’d regret it.
I was unprepared for how the sight of so many bound, hardback books would affect me. This was a treasure beyond Madra’s hoard of gold. More precious than rubies and diamonds.
“It’s rude to stare at a male’s hardware,” he said stiffly.
“Because I’m magic.” “What about you is magic?” “Everything,” he said, entering the room. “My looks. My sword skills. My personality—”
“I don’t do spells. I’m not a witch. Fae magic isn’t some kind of cheap conjuring trick, human. Our abilities are sacred gifts to be used discerningly, for righteous purposes.”
Humans and Fae were different in many ways, but sarcasm was universal.
I jerked when he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.”
“Unless you’re paying very close attention, what you mean to agree to and what you actually agree to are often two very different things in Fae, Little Osha.
“You fucking tricked me!” “No,” he said bluntly. “I taught you a valuable lesson that will serve you well for the rest of your very short human life in this realm. Always pay attention to the fine print. The devil’s in the details. Now go.”
But you couldn’t hate something without caring about it just a little, too.
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
Lorreth pretended to swallow down vomit. “Urgh. He would not try and fuck a witch.” “No, he’s right,” Carrion said with a sigh. “I would. Y’know. Just to say that I’d done it.”
“That female is feral,” Lorreth growled. “Next time she tries to hit me, I’m gonna put her over my knee and spank her. And not in a fun way.
Fucking Danya
Two counterparts, independent of one another. Already whole, but together stronger than we could ever be apart.
The thief held up his hands. “You’re right. I apologize. I’m just a little on edge right now. I’m not my best self.”
“My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
Pointing at the runes on my index and middle fingers, he named them one at a time. “Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Salt. Brimstone. Quicksilver. The full gamut. More power than any Alchemist I’ve ever encountered.
