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“I never met a rule I didn’t wanna break, Sunshine.”
I love Carrion already.
“Even filthy and tired, you’re still beautiful.”
“Saeris, no! Do not touch the sword. Do not… turn the key!” he panted. “Do not open the gate! You—you’ve no idea the hell you will unleash on this place!”
“An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,” he called as he went. “Osha for short. They hatch, live, and die all in one day. The cold kills them very fast.
“Straight for the jugular then, Little Osha? Ruthless. I like it.”
There were books everywhere, in fact, stacked on the rug—yes, the rug—by the foot of the bed, teetering in a pile on the floor beside the overstuffed couch. There was even one propped open at a page, lying on the washstand by the entrance to the tent.
‘Never forget. Monsters thrive best in the dark. Commit all you read here to memory. Prepare for war!!’
“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.”
“When I imagine you, Little Osha, you’re very rarely wearing clothes.”
“Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,” Fisher said.
“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.”
His shirt was in tatters, clinging to his emaciated frame. His pants were frayed and filthy, hanging from his protruding hips. Side to side, his jaw worked, his lips cracked wide open and leaking black ichor.
“I’ll be grateful for every second that I can say that I belong to you, Saeris Fane. Eighty years or eighteen hours. It doesn’t matter to me.
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.”
Carrion is so great
“You really should have let me finish introducing myself earlier. It’s rude to interrupt people.”
:):):):)
He is the storm. You are the peace that must come after it. Tell me, do you believe in the fates, Alchemist?
“Human, Fae, or vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris; you will always be most sacred to me.”
