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“The lovers in those stories always suffered terribly. One of them always died. They were beautiful tales, but they ended with heartbreak.”
Imagine my surprise when she told me about God Bindings, Fisher!”
“Not you! Me!” He thumped himself in his chest, suddenly furious. “My weakness! My vulnerability! I’ve known for centuries that you were
coming. That you were just going to show up one day and change everything.
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
“All names hold power in this place. Every name means something.
A long time ago. By my mother. She was an oracle.
“She wrote about you,” he whispered. “My mother. Pages and pages. She knew that she’d die soon, and so she wrote me a book.
Wow!!!
“She said, when I needed you most, you’d come blazing into my life like a meteorite, riding on a wave of chaos that would turn my whole world upside down.
Awwwww
She… she drew you.” Fisher’s voice grew tighter as he fought to speak. Balancing on the edge of tears, he forced himself to laugh instead of cry. “And she captured you almost perfectly, too.”
You were looking for a way to free yourself.” Fisher’s eyes were hollow. Slowly, he shook his head. “I was looking for a way to save you.”
“It says nothing. You were right at the end of the book. She wrote only that I’d find you, and the fates would guide our path from there.”
Suddenly, it hit me. “You can’t just give up. If you die, so does Lorreth.” “What?”
“Has it decided if it wants to gift you with magic in spite of your frail human blood?” Carrion smirked. “It says that’s for me to know and you to find out.” “Hope that means yes,” I grumbled.
The sky over Gillethrye was raining ash.
Release us! Release us! Release us! I heard it now, as if the words had been translated in my mind. Hundreds of thousands of people, begging to be released. I couldn’t bear to look at them.
There, sitting in the center of the dais, was Malcolm. His fine features and long, silver hair made him instantly recognizable.
To the right of the dais sat Belikon. To the left… Madra. Both were dressed in regal finery, the Yvelian king in hunter-green velvet, the Zilvaren Queen bedecked in a high-necked, sparkling golden gown.
What???!?!?!?!?
“You should have at least let them try, Brother. I was looking forward to seeing the look on their faces when they realized how much trouble they were in.” Brother? But… how could Belikon be her brother?
And now that our Triumvirate is reunited, all three of us are more powerful than we’ve been in an age.”
Yikes!!!
All these years, he’d known that Madra was the one who had closed the gates, and he’d blamed Fisher’s father.
haven’t been at war, you fool. I’ve simply been feeding my brother’s army.”
Oh that is crazy!
“What do you think, Malcolm? Should I tell them what he did? Or should I release him from his oath and make him tell them?”
Their skin… was burned. Their clothes weren’t just black. They were smoldering.
Females. Children. Males. All dead. All burned alive, and yet somehow still animated, trapped in their misery.
shake. “I release you from your oath to us, Kingfisher, Bane of Gillethrye. Now, go on. Tell your friends all about the deal you struck with us all those years ago.”
“I left Ren and the others, and I went to find Malcolm. I’d decided I was going to try and kill him by myself. But it wasn’t Malcolm that I found. At least not at first. It was the bastard who murdered my mother.”
As soon as she was done pushing out the brat I forced upon her, I slit the bitch’s throat. I was sick of her fucking lies.”
He said if the coin hit the ground and landed leaf-side up, Malcolm would call off his horde and leave the city without
hurting another living thing. But if the coin hit the ground and landed fish-side up, he would take the city as his own and destroy it, and I would have to leave those still alive to their deaths and meet him on the field of battle at a later date.”
He was so desperate to save a handful of peasants that he made the blood oath with me.”
tossed the coin…” he said. “And I caught it!” Malcolm held his glass aloft, toasting himself. “The coin never hit the ground,” I whispered. “The coin never hit the ground!” Belikon jeered.
“I torched the city, then,” Fisher said. He didn’t sugarcoat it. Didn’t dress it up. “I barricaded it and trapped everyone inside. Malcolm’s horde had either bitten or killed everyone.
That is not unforgivable!
If they were allowed to join Malcolm’s horde, they would have swallowed the entire realm. So I gave the order. I did what had to be done.”
All he had to do to end their suffering was find the coin and make it fall to the ground.
Makes sense
“I play back,” Fisher spat. “It might not be today, but oh, I am coming to find you, Madra. Fear the shadows, bitch.
and slit your fucking throat.”
I look forward to it!
“You spayed my mate when she was a fucking child,” he seethed. “For that alone, I’ll make your undying existence an unending agony.
one day, he made it to the center of the labyrinth. I have to say, I was shocked.
“A hundred and two.” His eyes were back on me now, locked fast, as if I were an anchor in a storm, the only thing capable of grounding him.
“There was a quicksilver pool below your lovely labyrinth. And it had been awakened.”
went into that quicksilver because I felt my father’s
sword calling to me. And I knew I’d need it for this.”
He drew Solace, the blade becoming a flare of brilliant light
Dropping to one knee, he clasped the hilt in both hands and drove the sword in an arc, back and up… … into Belikon’s stomach. It happened fast.
Yes!
“I don’t need magic to mess you up, you fuck,” he growled. “This is for me. But mostly, it’s for my parents.”
“MOVE!” Fisher boomed. “TO THE LABYRINTH!”
“Lorreth, no! Don’t engage! I mean it! Get into the labyrinth!”
“The first ten moves to the labyrinth are always the same. That’s where you face the first obstacle. Then the route to the center changes.”
“That’s not a spider. That’s Morthil. It’s a demon. And it’ll stun you with its stinger and eat you alive if it catches you.
Creepy!
