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He’d told me I’d be back for more, and I’d told him in very colorful language that I’d snap his cursed cock right off his body if he ever tried to come near me with it again.
“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
I love how he calls her Little Osha, at first it seemed demeaning
“Precisely. If she can’t even figure out how to wipe her own a—” “Danya, I swear on the seven gods, if you don’t shut up, I will toss you out of here myself,” Ren muttered darkly.
I was dying 😂 Ren quickly put her in her place
But if the fates guide the stars in a different direction and our better angels claim him first, I won’t permit a single breath into my body beyond the last one Kingfisher takes. By my own hand, I’ll make sure the piece of soul he loaned to me finds its way back to him. And if the fates consider it just, and I’ve done enough to earn a place at his side, I’ll go quietly and happily with my brother into whatever lies beyond.”
Beautifully spoken and shows just how much respect Lorreth has for Fisher 🥹
I broke far easier than the river had. I became pieces of myself, and Fisher was the only thing that held me together. With each heady draw of his mouth, I felt myself filling up with light until I glowed brilliant as a sun.
This scene had me 🥵
We will be forged anew. When you have upheld your end of our bargain, we will taste the blood of the one who would carry us. If they are honorable, we will consider allowing the old magics to flow through us again.
Fisher rested his chin on top of his forearms and sighed. “What?” I whispered. He thought for a moment, appearing to decide whether he’d answer the question. Then he said, “I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.” “What have I stolen?” But he smiled a small, sad smile, slowly shaking his head.
🥹🫶🏻
Raw, unfiltered threads of power probed across the edge of The Darn, seeking multiple marks at once, and surprised shouts went up all along the bank as warriors locked in battle watched their opponents burst into flames like torches. It was Lorreth—Lorreth, and the angel’s breath Avisiéth had granted him—and the sight of it set my soul on fucking fire.
I can't imagine the pride she must have felt to have created such a weapon
