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“Everlayne? Are you, uh, okay? You seem a little…” “No, I’m fine. Fine. Really, I’m fine.” She pressed her fingers into her forehead, screwing her eyes shut for a moment, completely not fine.
Why do I feel this on so many levels?
“It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.”
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
OH GOD
“I don’t hate your kind. I’m just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
“Careful,” he panted. “I swore I’d be still while you kissed me. At no point did I promise to exercise restraint if you climbed up into my lap and started grinding yourself against my cock.” I hadn’t—I wasn’t— Fuck. I had. I was.
“Rule number three. Do not make me do any physical activity,” he snarled. “What part of ‘I am hungover’ did you not fucking understand!”
Dying oh my god hahaha
“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.”
“There’s every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I’d know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I’d know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I’d be able to scent you—”
Kingfisher towered over me like the god of death himself. His chest heaved, his eyes flashing with green, and silver, and murder.
You are a newborn fawn, stumbling around in the dark, surrounded by predators with very sharp teeth. I am the thing that exists on the other side of the dark. I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”
BECAUSE HE KNOOOOOOOWS
“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.”
YAAAAAAAAAS
“You’re thinking about my hands sliding up the insides of your thighs right now,” he said. “About my fingers slipping inside the wet folds of you. Working against your swollen clit, rubbing you until you’re panting and whimpering, begging for me to sink my cock into your—”
Remind me of "I'll be gentle..." "DON'T BE"
“You never wore the dresses I put out for you,” he murmured into my hair.
“I can’t wait to hear what kind of sounds you make when I thrust into you for the first time,” he purred. “I’m going to make you pant for me, Little Osha. And when we’re done, I’ll close my eyes and replay the sound of you moaning in my head every time I stroke myself to completion.”
Clenching his jaw, he spun around, his eyes searching the horizon for gods only knows what.
He knows they're mates and is enraged they can't have kids because she was forcibly sterilized... Fuuuuuuuuuck...
It’s good for you to improve at finding the quicksilver. You never know when you might need to detect small amounts over great distances.”
FORESHADOWING
“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.”
It came back to me at once. My thinly veiled “how big is your cock?” question. And Fisher’s slow, arrogant smile. “Big enough to make you scream and then some…” Turned out he’d been telling the truth about that, I realized with a healthy dose of annoyance.
“Fisher says he’s not worried about what happens to him if he dies first,” Lorreth said. “And I’m not worried, either. Truth is, I plan on dying first, anyway. But if the fates guide the stars in a different direction and our better angels claim him first, I won’t permit a single breath into my body beyond the last one Kingfisher takes. By my own hand, I’ll make sure the piece of soul he loaned to me finds its way back to him. And if the fates consider it just, and I’ve done enough to earn a place at his side, I’ll go quietly and happily with my brother into whatever lies beyond.”
“This,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck, “is Ballard. It’s… I came here once or twice when I was little. It’s just a small village. Tonight’s one of their feast days. They’re celebrating the longest night of the year.”
Another book referencing Winter Solstice aka my birthday!!
I’d thought the sound of that rushing, free water would be my favorite sound until the day I died. I was wrong. The sound of Fisher’s genuine laughter was rarer than water had ever been back in Zilvaren; it almost brought tears to my eyes to hear it.
“I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.”
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.
“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.” Wait a minute. What
“I give you my blood in thanks, Saeris Fane.”
“Eh.” He shot me a rakish grin. “I love a girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. Kinda makes my dick hard.”
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
We have true names that we don’t share with anyone. Not our friends. Not our families. Our mothers are often the only people who actually know it. And even a mother might use her child’s name to her own advantage in the pursuit of power.
when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
I’d said it out loud, hadn’t I? I’d acknowledged that Fisher was my mate.
Brimstone.
Our Kingfisher? Our Kingfisher? This sick piece of shit couldn’t claim any part of my mate. Fisher was mine.
“I swear to the gods, if she doesn’t make it through this—”
People keep saying that the teaser is Tal, but this line from Carrion makes me think it's him.
A bird. It flitted around me in the void, its beautiful wings flashing blue-green. It sang a song so sweet that I remembered what it was like to have a heart, if only so I could feel it ache. And oh, it ached. I remembered more.
A Kingfisher?
Then, Fisher pulling me out of the quicksilver. He and Carrion, arguing like they were about to kill each other.
SEE?!
My eyes snapped up to Taladaius’s neck. I’d bitten him. He saw my realization and gave me a small smile. Angling his neck, he showed it to me—his smooth, unblemished skin. “No harm done,” he said. “You barely broke the skin.”
WAIT WHAT?!
“There are two kinds of forever, Alchemist. One is heaven. The other is hell. It doesn’t matter what I do. Make sure you choose your version of immortality wisely.”
Gods, how interlinked this all was. Fisher’s father had been the one to secret the true heir to the throne out of Yvelia. A thousand years later, his son had been the one to bring him back. It meant something. What, I couldn’t say, but I was sure we were all going to find out soon enough.
“All right. I’m sorry I didn’t disclose to you that I was a magic-wielding political asylum seeker, posing as a human when I slept with you. Does that make you feel better?”
Hey, you, he whispered into my mind. Hey back, I answered.
That’s like Dan.. I miss him..
