Brimstone (Fae & Alchemy, #2)

by Callie Hart

“And the day you save me on a battlefield, I’ll put on a dress and dance a fucking jig.”

Please make this real…

“Fisher! Holy gods, fuck me, Fisher. Do something!”

“Do you ever wake up sometimes… and think… ‘Gods, wouldn’t it be nice if I hadn’t just gone toe-to-toe with a scorpion demon from hell?’” Carrion croaked.

“Why are you saying that like the weather is my fault?” she asked. “It is your fault. You could have fallen in love with an outcast warrior from Gilaria or, better yet, from Lissia, but no. You fell for the one from the frozen wasteland that is Yvelia.”

“How can I consign myself to another endless dark when I’ve been given back the light?”