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Dearest Ellin, I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to find the words to write to you after all this time. I’ve been sitting at this desk for the past five hours, unable to think of a single thing that would make it worth sending. I’ve made no progress with the cure, you see. Every time I find someone who might be able to help, they disappear shortly after or decide they’re too scared to be caught by Knox.
Remington, I don’t know how to repair this rift.
Grave. Please. I am begging you to consider that there is a possibility of truth to the rumors. Consider Mother’s feelings as well. You know she does not wish for this to continue either.
Grimm Manor Esplanade Avenue New Orleans, Louisiana
Remington, I don’t know how to repair this rift.
Luci, Iris, Basile—and
“The light isn’t something you need to chase, Genevieve. The light is wherever you are,” he told her.
“The first two release only golden fish. But the third has white fish as well. Then four is gold, five has white, six has white, seven is only gold, and eight has white.”
fox lifted her back leg and scratched at the flower necklace around her throat until it tore away
“I’m a creature of Hell, worshipping is not usually in my nature.” Then he lowered himself between her legs and flicked his tongue out to taste her. “But for whatever time you remain in my bed, I will make it your shrine.”
Ellin is definitely my favorite.
“Stabbed through the shoulder with a magic dagger and almost bleeding out: no tears. Nearly eaten by piranhas: no tears.
I actually enjoyed the company of my husband, wouldn’t it?”
March 23 It is the eve of my birthday and I completely forgot. Right now, I’m supposed to be enjoying an opera at the Teatro Argentina back in Rome. My sister bought the tickets as a gift. And instead I decided to come to this accursed place. For the very first time in my life, I will be spending my birthday without my mother and Ophelia. There will be no celebratory andouille gumbo for dinner, no white chocolate bread pudding. If Rowin had not reminded me of the date, it might have passed without me even realizing. Rowin has insisted that I let him and the others throw me their own sort of
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“Good job, trouble,”
“Ellin got proposed to by Gareth Serpentine at the masquerade.”
“Covin ought to know—he’s been fucking Nessa Serpentine for a while now.”

