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June 13 - June 15, 2021
Definitely not a rat. Why couldn’t you be a rat? I never have problems with rats.
No, of course he wouldn’t raise the alarm.
There it was again—need.
“I’ll slit your throat as you sleep. I really will.”
Why can’t you smile, he says. Why didn’t you wave back to the kid?
Would it have killed you to be polite to the old woman? Why can’t you ever say a kind word?
Is that disappointment in her voice?
“Are you this way with all your customers?” Albert asked. “You’re not a customer, Albert.” “No—I’m a viscount.” After a short pause, everyone burst out laughing.
I can’t even tell if she’s breathing.
We know a Professor Arcadius from Sheridan.
I’m only a painter. I’m nothing to her.
I’ve never lost a subject before, he thought stupidly, as if that mattered, as if it ever had.
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Who doesn’t want to live in a brighter world?
Everything echoes. Noises bounced back off the ravine. Not even sound escapes.
“To whiskey-loving women who juggle,” Hadrian supplied.
It’s a wonder she’s still alive.
Such an odd girl.
make out a last will and testament as soon as possible. That way at least you won’t leave a mess for others to clean up.”
“Your parents—who are they?” “Hatred and disillusionment, how about you?”
“You know,” Royce said, “most young ladies would be terrified to find someone like me in their room.” “You know, most men would be terrified to be caught uninvited in the bedroom of a countess, but then…”
She took a slow step forward. “You’re not a man, are you?”
Feldspar was still backing up, but slowly. Smart. Everyone knows you never run from a predator; it just invites an attack.
Wasn’t supposed to go this way. They’re just realizing the play has stopped following the script.
Not a good way to start a legacy.
How long have I been standing here?
Do you understand the meaning of the word thorough? Hadrian’s stomach sank.
Royce saved me but didn’t kill anyone? Apparently the world has forgotten how life works.
Besides, a fight ends when one person hits the floor. This fight hadn’t ended. It hadn’t even started, but it was about to.
Woman to protect me? Isn’t she the one who drugged me?
“The church is using you to help kill her.”
“Churches don’t kill people,” Hadrian told her. “They burn incense, collect tithes, and mutter words in forgotten languages—they don’t put out contracts on high-ranking nobles.”
I’m just about your worst nightmare.
A cloud—maybe? Or a bird’s shadow?
Who or what is near the well?
What harm can it do that hasn’t already been done?
Ages and ages ago, long before the empire, people lived in scattered villages like—well, like Brecken Dale, and every one of them had its own personal god. They worshiped a statue of him or her, and even took it with them when they charged into battles.
There were hundreds of spirits and demons back then. But all that changed, starting here.”
Is it possible that some ancient hero really did fight and defeat an old-world demon on this mountaintop?
Is this valley really blessed in some way?
“You can certainly wring every drop out of a metaphor, can’t you?”
The Earl of Dulgath? An odd way for her to refer to her father.
Is she thinking of pushing me out the window? No, that look isn’t violent—it’s inviting.
Why is it I remember some things but not others? Why the tree and the boulder, but not that fallen log or that curve?
“Usually when I find unexpected guests in my room,” Royce said, “they don’t leave in the same condition they arrived in.”
She’s scared of someone in the castle—maybe everyone…“You’re the only one I can trust.”
Will the impact kill me or will I drown?
How bad could it possibly be?
Do you understand the meaning of the word thorough?
She’s here to help, he reasoned. Maybe she tried to get others, too, but they refused. She’s stubborn and foolish and chased after us alone.
