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shape of a wheel. Around the city’s outer limits, the different spokes—walls designed to keep people contained in their wards—towered fifty meters high above the shanty towns and overflowing sewers.
“Lissa Fossick. Twenty-four. Single.”
Dark hair and blue eyes
My real name? No way I was handing that over without a fight. This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
Sometimes, objects shook around me. Objects
She must have some magical powers.
made of iron, tin, or gold.
“He’s twenty years old,
Her brother
Carrion Swift: the most notorious gambler, cheat, and smuggler in the entire city.
bright auburn hair
“If Hayden really is dead… then yes,” I whispered. “It’s worth nothing.”
group of warriors dressed in full armor entered the hall. There were six or seven of them,
they dragged a male up the walkway toward the dais.
“It’s worse,” she whispered. “So much worse.” “What’s wrong with him?” I hissed.
“Malwae.” She spoke the name only a shade louder than a whisper, but the old woman slowly turned away from Belikon,
“Do something. Please!” she begged.
“Malwae, now! If you bore my mother any love at all, you’ll do something to save him,” she hissed.
“You can take him back with you in a week. Since he knows so much about the quicksilver, he’ll stay here and help Rusarius deal with the girl first.
Eyes were not that color. I’d never seen that shade of green before—a jade so bright and vibrant that it didn’t look real.
“I had two seconds to decide. The pathway was already closing. What was I supposed to do?” “You should have just let it close!” Her voice was hard as stone.
hate. I was not welcome here, that much was obvious, and yet they needed me for something.
He was old, though how old was tough to guess. His hair was thinning on top and looked like it hadn’t seen a brush in a month. “Rusarius.”
rumors floating around that the Daianthus heir is in Zilvaren somewhere. The King will want a war and a bloody one at that.
Hmmm
“An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,”
The quicksilver pools are pathways that connect different realms.
“Hayden’s in the Seventh. I got him papers and shifted him that first night when you were taken up to the palace. He’s now gainfully employed as a store clerk.
That was nice of Carrion. What is he about???
He has triple water rations and a room above the shop.
“What kind of faerie was he?” “Not a faerie. A fire sprite.”
“There are a lot of fire sprites here. Water sprites. Air sprites. Not so many earth sprites.
“Archer helped raise me. After my parents, he was the first of the lesser Fae to hold me. He has a soft spot for me, I suppose.”
I left them for a hundred and ten years. Ren and the others did everything they could to stem the tide. It’s not their fault. I was supposed to be here to protect them. I failed them.
promises to each other, even though they can be broken, don’t they? Because they trust the other to honor their word.” “Yes.” “Then swear, Little Osha, and I’ll trust you.”
“My father’s bones rest somewhere in Zilvaren. His sword spent the past millennia there, which…”
“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.”
Ren tells Fisher’s secrets ha ha
It was Lorreth—Lorreth, and the angel’s breath Avisiéth had granted him—and the sight of it set my soul on fucking fire.
Nice!
“Lorreth of the Broken Spires! Lorreth of The Darn!”
“KINGFISHERRRR!” The shrill cry rose above the shouting and whooping. Even the angry crash of thunder didn’t swallow it. It was female.
It was Everlayne. And she was flanked by at least a hundred vampires.
Nooooo I didn’t want her back like THAT!
Fisher’s jaw worked, a look of devastation on his face. He knew why she couldn’t come. “Her neck,” he whispered. “Look at her neck.”
“Malcolm bit you?” he asked, keeping his voice level. I saw Everlayne’s mouth move, but I wasn’t blessed with Fisher’s gifts.
“She can’t come home now,” Ren whispered in a broken voice. “She’s his.”
“You can kick and scream all you like,” he said. “But he wants the Alchemist, Fisher. If he has to burn down all of Yvelia to claim her, you know perfectly well that he’ll do it.”
“Malcolm only needs to bite once to create a thrall. Everlayne is now completely under his control.
And in a little less than fifty-six hours, she’s going to die.”
Only two possible paths lay before Everlayne. If Malcolm permits her to drink from him, and she actually does it, then she’ll return and become something like Malcolm’s Lords. If she refuses to drink from Malcolm, or he refuses his blood to her, then she’ll die and return as a feeder.”
as I slipped the newly made relic onto my middle finger.
“I regret to inform you that I am still happily mated and married, Carrion Swift. And my husband isn’t the type to share.”
“It’s a Fae custom to mark our skin on our fifth wedding anniversaries. We tattoo the blessings we pray for onto our hands in the hopes that they become manifest. Yaz and I decided on a harmony mark, a longevity mark, and two child marks.
“Once upon a time, that was the case. Back when true mating bonds existed. Unions between true mates were blessed with marks from the Fates.
True mating bonds! Romantic!
But there’s no such thing as true mates anymore. When the gods left Yvelia, certain elements of our magic either died or waned over time.
I’m
Guessing true mates do exist!
“They called it a God Binding. A blessing from the gods themselves. They weren’t real, of course.
