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“An ancient power…loosed…from thrall. Two worlds smothered…by a pestilent…pall.” The Lyverian mother’s words were broken by her dying breaths. “From the tree of rot…the insects…crawl. Decay and blight…unslain by steel…will bring…the strongest men…to kneel.”
Eyes of silver and deathly pale skin. The child her priestess had prophesied would arrive with a new moon.
“The world doesn’t always play fair. It may give something back, but it’ll take from you in exchange.”
He turned toward me, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “In the event it was not clear the first time I said it, or the second, allow me to reiterate. I’m not leaving you here alone. End of story.”
are the most stubborn man I know.” “Coming from the most stubborn woman I know, I’d say we’re a fine match.”
“Clearly, you have no idea how irresistible you are if you imagine I can lie next to you even one night without the longing to touch you.”
“How can I convince you that the only thing that could possibly force me away from you is death? And even then, I’d find a way to get back to you.”
“It isn’t staying to protect you that’s going to kill me. It’s staying away from you.”
She was his mate. His destiny. The more time he spent with her, the stronger the pull in his blood, like gravity shifting the tides. An unbreakable thread tied to his chest. And the fiercer his need to protect her.
“To be fair, your chivalry, however dark and morbid and brimming with lunacy it may have been, warmed my heart. No one has ever offered to destroy the world for me.”
“The pain…is all there is.” “Then, embrace it. Do not let it consume you. Bend, if you must. And fight. Until they’ve taken all but your breath.”
“And yet, I bear the marks of a slave.” “You bear the marks of a warrior unbroken by the kind of pain that would’ve destroyed lesser men.”
“Every one of these scars is precious to me. More precious than coin or crown.”
“Who in God’s name is that?” Corwin asked, his voice shaky. “The reason she’s not interested in you,”
“My precious daughter. You were not meant to become a delicate flower, but the frost that wilts the vine. It is your strength in a world that seeks warmth and frailty in a woman. Steel your bones, and do not bend, or break to their will. Accept what you are and what you will become.” “What am I to become?” “Vindicated.”
“You’re the fragile thread anchoring me as this endless night approaches,” he said raggedly against my lips. “My mind’s only tether in a maddening abyss.”
“My every instinct is wrapped around you, Lunamiszka.” His fingertips ghosted across my cheek. “Should another man so much as breathe across your skin, I’ll drag him screaming into oblivion.”
“This flesh is temporary, but what you’ve awakened in me is eternal.”
“Ordinary?” I breathed a laugh. “And what would the mighty assassin call me if not beautiful?” He trailed his fingertip down my temple. “I would call you the soft glow of moonlight in a pitch-black world. A prayer I never spoke aloud, but somehow the gods answered anyway. The strike of lightning I dare to behold without flinching.” His brow flickered as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “The reason I breathe.”
“We are written in blood. Born for each other. And not even the gods can tear us apart.”
