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“You know I fought. I did, I fought the same way you want to fight now. 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.
His fingers were lighter than the dawn breeze. He'd talked me out of my underwear—perhaps the greatest heist ever performed in Zilvaren—and people hadn't stopped talking about that for months.
“Here.” Carrion set a glass of amber liquid down in front of me; the damn thing was almost full to the brim. “That is not one drink.” “It's in one glass,” he countered. “Therefore, it's one drink.”
Saeris Fane was twenty-four years of age when she died. Honestly, she should have died a lot sooner, but the girl never did know when to give up.
I held my hand out, gesturing for him to come forward. “Be my guest.” I might not hold my own against the likes of him for very long, but I’d make sure I got at least one hit in before he thrashed me. Kingfisher smirked ruinously. “You're not ready for me, human. I don’t come with a training mode.”
there were no more solid structures left. Only the sea of tents. A large tent, then. Had to be. Fisher would need a sizable space to house his fucking ego,
Her jaw dropped. “Unbelievable. Are you seriously going to let her speak to a High-Born Fae like that?” she said, eyes on Fisher. “What do you want me to do about it?” he replied. “She has a mind and a mouth of her own. I am the keeper of neither.”
I was a burning, drowning wreck of a girl, and I didn't even know what to do to save myself.
