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I was dead. My body just didn’t know it yet.
And now I fought like hell’s own fury made flesh.
Rumors are next-door neighbors to gossip, and gossip always breaks bread with lies. It’s just the way these things go.”
“Death is an open doorway that’s meant to be walked through. On the other side of it lies peace.
Count yourself lucky that you get to make the journey at all.”
I can’t tell you how surprised I was when I woke up in the night to those rough-handed bastards dragging me out of my bed. I assumed they’d come to do me in. I’d stabbed one of them in the buttock by the time they told me I was being called back to court.”
“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.”
It was the kind of dress that would bring most men to their knees. I fucking hated it.
I hated him, I did. But you couldn’t hate something without caring about it just a little, too.
“Gods and fucking martyrs. Holy fucking shit. That’s right. Come. Show me how pretty you are when you fall apart.”
“Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,” Fisher said. Ren laid a steadying hand on my shoulder. “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.”
I’m too pretty to die old, anyway.”
My soul was on fire, and I didn’t care if I burned for all eternity. So long as I was burning with him, then so be it.
I have endless patience and no interest in having martyrs for friends.
That sounded like a great way to punch a one-way ticket to the afterlife, and I wasn’t ready to go just yet.
