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“Tragic?” “The lovers in those stories always suffered terribly. One of them always died.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Then! Haha! Imagine my surprise when she told me about God Bindings, Fisher!”
is considered a sacred rite that many die in order to perform. That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.
HES SO ROMANTIC. Even when he is beinng an ASSHOLE
“Most sacred,” he repeated, whispering the words. I covered my face, and I gave in. I sobbed.
I WOULD TOO
so you’d fucking hate me and want nothing to do with me.” “Stellar plan,” I whispered. “That really panned out.”
They’re the kind of Marks that people will want to write stories about. And not happy ones.”
D: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
and we can’t spend those hours looking under rocks and shouting into holes in the ground, looking for a bunch of flatulent old hags who don’t want to be found.”
LMAOOOOO
And if he had to go and see her before he left and when he got back, then it really must be getting bad.
GO GET UR MARKINGS BACKKKKKKK PLZZZZZZZZZZ I CANNOT LET THIS GO
“I’ve actually never met Everlayne,” Carrion chipped in. “But I’m still coming. Solidarity and all that.”
LMAOOOOO
he said to Carrion. “You’re ready for that?” “Sure. Why not. I’m too pretty to die old, anyway.”
LMAOO
he cupped my face in his hands and said softly, “Let’s have tonight. You and me.
Soo sweet
My relief hit hard. He was no longer talking about how futile it was to try and find a way through all of this.
FLAGS ARE GOING OFF
standing in the living room above the bakery, surrounded by candles. They rested on the mantlepiece and the bookshelves.
PLANNED
I
T^T brb SOBBING
I could feel it now—a bright thread of energy drawing us together as he wrapped himself around me. If I wanted it, all I needed to do was reach out and claim it.
DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT
The backs of my hands tingled as I ran my palms over the smooth, strong planes of his chest, and I knew that the ink was back.
FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS
I watched as the inked runes gradually faded until my hands and forearms were unmarked again.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
Tomorrow, we were going to save Everlayne.
EXACTLY WHY YOU SHOULD KEEP THEMMMMMMMMMMMM
Tell Lorreth to live his life. Tell him not to worry about me. I have endless patience and no interest in having martyrs for friends.
YOU FUCK
Carrion squawked, fumbling the book in his hands. He came dangerously close to falling off his chair as I stormed through the shadow gate
LMAOOOOOOO
Ren got to his feet, letting out a long exhale. “I could kiss you, Carrion Swift.” Carrion seemed taken aback by this.
LMAOOOOOOO you and me both buddy
then somewhat interested. After thinking for a second, he said, “I wouldn’t be opposed. But maybe later.
Bruhh
It asked for a joke. It didn’t specify that it had to be a good one. I was a metalworker and a thief in Zilvaren, not a comedian.”
More jokes. Give us more jokes… I glowered at the sword, unable to comprehend its bad taste.
LMAO
“Simon?” “Yeah. Simon. Don’t blame me. That’s what it looks—” He stopped talking and listened. “See. It likes the name. It wants to be Simon.”
LMAO
Oh gods. I couldn’t breathe. My ribs screamed. Agony rippled up and down my spine. My head pounded.
DID U BELLY FLOP?!?!???
“Carrion Swift, if you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to tell all of your asshole friends back in the Third that you were a shitty lay.”
Pfffft
When he was done puking, Carrion flopped onto his back and fixed me with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t… fucking… dare.”
Pfffft
We’d spent most of our lives scaling the walls of the Third. Walls that were, unbelievably, even taller than this cliff face
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“What are they screaming?” Carrion breathed. Lorreth answered in a horrified tone. “Release us.”
T^T
Carrion dipped into a low bow, but the gesture was not one of deference. It was designed to mock. “Carrion Sw—”
how could Belikon be her brother? Human. Fae. Vampire. The three regents
Ugh ugh ughhhhhhh
Fear the shadows, bitch. I’m made of them. One night soon, I’ll climb out of one and slit your fucking throat.”
“You bored him to fucking tears and he couldn’t take it anymore,” Carrion sniped.
Pfffft
Carrion wasn’t the type to let an opportunity to offend someone pass him by, regardless of how dire the situation was.
Ur my boy blueeeee, ur my boy
Something about you smells… off.” “That’s probably the weird… moss… these water sprites rubbed… all over me…”
LMAOOOOO
Carrion croaked. “It had a strange… funk… to it.” Gods alive, he didn’t know when to quit.
This is why he deserves GOOD THINGS
Madra, Undying Queen of the shining Silver City, the Banner in the North, unleashed a bloodcurdling scream. And all hell broke loose.
The full government names CRACK me up
Feigning shock, I said, “Wait a minute. I think Death just remembered your name, Harron.” And then I snapped his neck.
Thats was so METAL
It had no ears. No eyes or nose, either. Its face comprised nothing but a massive circular mouth, with concentric row after row of jagged teeth.
Haha NOPE
“It can’t see or hear you. It tracks movement.” “But—” “You move, you die,” Fisher barked. “Okaaaayyyy.”
Pffffft
eat you alive if it catches you. Slowly. Over a period of days—” “Please stop talking and tell me how I’m not getting eaten,” Carrion whimpered.
“No rush or anything, Fane, but if you could sniff out that quicksilver pretty quickly, I’d sure appreciate it,” he said, his voice three octaves higher than usual.
The thief held up his hands. “You’re right. I apologize. I’m just a little on edge right now. I’m not my best self.”
I fucking love him
Fisher stiffened, his hand closing tight around Solace as Belikon followed after her.
Mother foookerrrr
Malcolm swept around Carrion, face hideous with his hunger. His lips peeled back to reveal narrow, elongated fangs.
No my boy!
“You really should have let me finish introducing myself earlier. It’s rude to interrupt people.”
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But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO. It was spoken once this WHOLE BOOK that the king feared that there was one left in zilvaren
My skin was stained black with ink. Runes upon runes upon runes. The God Bindings flared metallic blue around my wrists as if consolidating and becoming more real, somehow.
GOOD STOPP TRYINGG TO GET RID OF THEM
