Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

For those who live their nightmares, so that others may have their dreams.

“All right. I’ll go. But only because you asked. And only if you swear there’ll be alcohol.”

Monsters thrive best in the dark.

“What are you doing right now?” I asked him. “Aside from prodding this fire with a stick and reading this?” he asked, holding the book up again. “Nothing much. Why do you ask?” “Want to come and set fire to some far more exciting things?” He snapped his book closed with a flourish. “Absolutely, yes.”

“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.”

By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead.

“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’ve never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends. I’ll be waiting for you there, Saeris Fane.

Fear the shadows, bitch. I’m made of them.