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“I could watch you fall apart for me forever.”
“To fall asleep within a dream is to commune with the gods.”
“The sign of a shunned vampire,” he explained. “The court rips out their fangs if they won’t swear allegiance to the crown.
In regards to Foley's gold plated canines.
Without fangs, a high blood can’t feed. At first, they starve. And then they go mad. Then, they wither away to husks.
Taladaius was always Malcolm’s primary project. He probably let Tal keep Foley as a way to mess with him. Or to use as a bargaining chip in exchange for Tal’s obedience. There are a million ways he could have used Foley’s presence at Ammontraíeth to his own purposes.”
Everlayne was in love with Taladaius once. They were betrothed. And the night before they were due to be married, Tal fled the Winter Palace, against his father’s wishes and his king’s command, and he knelt at the feet of Sanasroth’s throne.”
he was in love with someone else. He did it for Zovena.”
The strongest magic is circular, like a wheel. It is the symbol of forever, the beginning and the end of everything.
right before you were about to lie and say I’m not your type.”
Lol this banter
“I wasn’t lying. I prefer my women and my men a whole lot prettier than you.”
LOL
he stepped forward and tossed a book onto the fire. I had seen him pack it into his bag when we’d left his apartment, had noted its title then. Fae Creatures of the Gilarian Mountains. The book had been his only link to his people. His heritage. His entire realm. Gracia’s family had safeguarded the book—and Carrion—his entire life.
Foolish child. Power is always a weapon. Wield it, or it wields you.
Every Alchemist must have something they are afraid to lose.
When I brushed my tears away, my fingers came away coated in silver. This pathway is clear, the speaker declared. Receive this gift all in fear and trembling. In the end, it will be your end.
Every time a piece of metal laced with quicksilver came across the threshold of our forge, we refined it. Pulled it out of the weapon or piece of jewelry and set it aside. Until recently, this was all just individual pieces of metal. Separate. But when Saeris was taken, the metal turned to liquid. That’s when it fused together and became this.”
Referring to the quicksilver pool underneath Elroy's forge.
I didn’t need a forge anymore. Would never need one again. A door had unlocked within me. Behind it, a vast knowledge waited there for me. It belonged to me, as I now belonged to the quicksilver. I only had to think now, and the fabric of reality shifted.
giant icon formed in the air in front of me, projecting from my hand. It was my shield! The interlocking runes were an exact copy of the sigil on the back of my hand. Most of the icons’ lines were dull, apart from one rune: a circle bisecting a cross with a line cutting through it at the top. It blazed with magic, hovering there… waiting. I spread my fingers and twisted my hand, noting how the veins at my wrist were strangely silvered beneath my skin, and the quicksilver rune turned in the air like a key turning into a lock. It snapped into place, and a wall of energy detonated out from it,
She had tried to heal me when we’d first arrived at Cahlish, but her magic had felt like water, beading and rolling off my skin. It hadn’t felt wrong per se. Just… strange.
The sprite who had been cleaning the nightstands was standing over by the bookshelf now and had a little knickknack in his hands. A ceramic bird, by the looks of things.
That ornament is how Kingfisher got his name! Lady Edina saw it in a market in Ballard when she was pregnant with the master. She wasn’t usually taken by things like that. She didn’t own many knickknacks, but she said she had to have it. She was so taken by it that on his first birthday, she announced people should call her son Kingfisher. She set that ornament there herself, on that shelf, when the master was just a Faeling. She didn’t like anyone to touch it.”
“When you single-handedly took down five guards with those pretty new short swords of yours. That was really…” He trailed off, eyes burning. “Stupid?” “Hot,”
Give women swords.
The one on the right with the abalone inlay in the hilt says Erromar. The one on the left with the ivory inlay says Selanir.”
“Erromar means mercy,” he said, in a reverent voice. “Selanir means honor.”
The gods named my swords for me, then.” “Maybe,” Fisher agreed. He stepped away from the dresser, facing me again. “Or maybe those are traits they decided to bless you with.
The wards that prevent him from coming here also prevent his compulsion from reaching us. As long as we stay here in Cahlish or in Ammontraíeth, we’re all fine. And even if we do leave these lands, we would have to be in his physical presence for him to command us.
Referring to Belikon.
My soul is on fire. Tell me yours isn’t.”
I had been born into the light, but my salvation had been waiting for me in the dark.
He was a creature of violence—it was his creed. But he was also this, too. When he loved, it was with everything he had.
“I’d spend the fortunes of the universe to protect you. I’d drain the seas dry. Fell every tree. I would sacrifice the sun from the fucking sky and surrender the stars, too, if I could. But those things aren’t mine to give. All I have is my life. It isn’t much, but I’d spend it and consider the price small if it meant keeping you safe.”
“The way that you love me. Some would say that is your weakness.”
“Some would say that,” he agreed. “But they would be wrong. It’s my strength.”
This thing between us, it was love, yes. But it was obsession, too. He was the making of me and my ruin.
‘I’m going to drown myself between your thighs.’
“The good comes with the bad. The pleasure comes with the pain. I’m going to make this hurt so good for you, Osha. Are you ready?”
“This infection stems from no vein of magic that I’ve heard of before. It is either very old or very new. Either way, we currently have no way of stopping it, and we have no clue how it might be affecting the realm.
“Is it weird, knowing that people’s balls retract up into their bodies whenever you’re around?”
Oh Carrion lol
That must get confusing when the three of you are all in the same place. Half of you is on alert, sensing Tal, and the other half is being drawn toward Fisher.” “My connection with Fisher doesn’t work like that.” “What?” Carrion came to a theatrical dead stop. “You can sense Tal, but you can’t sense Fisher?”
I can sense where he is. It… just isn’t the same. The connection I share with him feels like a deep well. Calm and peaceful.” “And what does the connection with Tal feel like?” I gritted my teeth, reaching the bottom of the stairs. I turned right. “A leash.”
Onyx nudged the little spiked pine cone, butting it with his nose again, until it rolled and hit the toe of my boot. It was for me. A gift.
Stoppp I love Onyx.
Once, Foley had been a lord’s son. His father, Warrick Briarstone, had been advisor to King Rurik.
We’d become brothers out of necessity, more than anything. Inseparable. But so much time had passed. Lifetimes during which we’d both endured the kind of misery that would have ended most other males.
I would sell my soul to keep all of you safe, but the demon crouching on my shoulder’s already fucking taken it. I have no soul left. The hunger eats me, Fisher.”
“They ripped my canines out when I wouldn’t kneel and shoved these in my mouth so I couldn’t feed. But I still drink, Fisher. Ask me how.”
“From rats. Birds. Anything I can hunt, catch, and kill. Because it’s a part of me now. The hunting. The killing. I pull them apart and I drain them dry, and then I do it again, and again, and again—”
“There is no dignity left in this body, Fisher. I’m not your brother anymore. I am something so low and reviled that I cannot even settle on a name for myself. Monster. Devil. Murderer. None comes close enough to explain the evil that crawls in my veins.
“Dreams are just vapor and smoke,” I said. “They mean nothing unless you’re willing to live them. You are good. You are my brother. You are a wolf. Nothing will ever change that.”
“If he didn’t want anyone admiring his bare ass, then he would have thrown on a robe before he came to the door, Saeris.”
Carrion... lol
Unfortunately for you, Swift, my sexuality doesn’t lean in your direction.” “That’s okay. The thing about leaning is that it’s very unstable. The ground could shift, and you find yourself leaning in a completely different direction at any moment. I, myself, have experienced all kinds of leanings.”
It would have happened by now if it was going to. That kind of thing usually occurs on sight where I’m concerned.”
oh my god lol
The birds had been here for centuries. Longer than anyone could remember… And all along, they had been the pages of a book.
