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The silence vibrated in my ears—an uncanny, unsettling feeling, like the moments after a scream, when the terrible sound tears the air in two, and for a split second afterward, the memory of it hangs there, determined to still be heard. I found myself straining, listening as hard as I could, searching for a voice that wasn’t there.
“Living Curse.” “Bane of Gillethrye.” “Black knight.” “Kingfisher.” “Kingfisher.” “Kingfisher.”
“We’ve been over this. You’re too pretty to wear pants.
“Just so that you’re fully equipped with all of the facts,” he said in a smooth tone. “I’m only half insane.
“Mm, of course. You’re so eager to get back to that awful city.” Kingfisher turned a corner and then halted abruptly, opening a door to his left. “Back to all that oppression and starvation. I can really see the appeal.”
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.”
eyes the softest I’d ever seen them.
Put me out of my misery.”
When I’d picked up a pitcher at the Winter Palace and filled a glass for myself for the first time, 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.
He flexed out his hands by his sides a couple of times before slipping them into his pockets—he didn’t seem to know what to do with them.
It started on my neck and spread outward, prickling up the back of my head, trailing a hot-cold pathway down my spine, hitting each vertebra as it went like a skipping stone.
as a result of his inability to manage his fucking feelings.
How many other things would I need to remember, that everyone else had to forget, in order to make all of those relics?
“Then swear, Little Osha, and I’ll trust you.”
“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.”
Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces
Saeris Fane.”
mated
You know why, he said into my mind.
I’ve known for centuries that you were coming.
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.
And you show up, and you have one fucking name, and everybody knows it. And I couldn’t say it because I was scared. Of what it would do to me when I did. It would be like acknowledging you were here after all this time.
when he realized that I was coming back to him.
“I came for a little hope.”
I have endless patience and no interest in having martyrs for friends.
Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
Brimstone.
I remembered pieces of him, and all at once, and I remembered how to drown. I needed him like I needed air.
