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I gave everything I had, sacrificed every last thing I held dear, but this city is a beast that feeds on misery, and pain, and death, and it's never full.
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It isn't disease that's contagious in my ward, Captain. It's dissent.
Death. The bastard had come to claim me in person.
A dire thirst permeated Zilvaren. That thirst was the city's heartbeat. No matter who you were or where you went, you felt the rhythm of that heartbeat like a hammer striking an anvil. It lived inside your blood.
To avoid far more serious pain, sometimes we have to endure a little sting. Sometimes, some of us have to inflict it.
By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead.
“I name you Avisiéth. The Unsung Song. Redemption's Dawn.”
“Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,”
“And if you should find soul sundered from flesh, order a drink for us at the first tavern you come across in the afterlife. We’ll settle the tab when we get there.”
Innìr was an ouroboros—a snake eating its own tail. Its purpose would never be fulfilled.
“I give you my blood in thanks, Saeris Fane.”
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
I've never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends. I'll be waiting for you there, Saeris Fane. F
Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate was on his knees in the dirt. He was broken and bleeding, but his promise of retribution was still terrifying enough to make a queen tremble. Madra staggered back, her smile sliding from her face.
Feigning shock, I said, “Wait a minute. I think Death just remembered your name, Harron.” And then I snapped his neck.
“Only the gods are eternal,” I told him. And I cut off Malcolm's head.
