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“I kill infidels!” the child snarled, brandishing a small kitchen knife.
Bro???
With a scream, Lada twisted herself up and bit her father’s hand.
Ofc she’s a biter
Lada watched the whip with a calculating look. “Still,” she said. “Fists are faster.”
She kinda slayed w this line
“Good. In the spirit of friendship, I must tell you that I am bitterly jealous of the time you spend in the Janissaries’ company. I want you to stop training with them.” “And, in the spirit of friendship, I must tell you that I do not care in the slightest about your petty jealousies. I am late for my training.”
None of them are real to me.” He paused again, placing a hand flat against the door. “You are the only real thing in my life.”
IM GOING FERAL
“I stopped knowing what to fight against.” Mara lifted her glass. “May you find some measure of happiness in your surrender.” She drank deeply. “May we all.”
Besides, I know you, Ilyas. You are a man of honor.” He laughed. “And you?” “Not a man.”
she’s so witty i love her sm
“The price of living seems to always be death.” Tohin stood, joints popping audibly. “And that is why you become a dealer of death. You feed death as many people as you can to keep it full and content so its eye stays off you.”
“What about our souls?” Mehmed whispered. Before Lada walked out, she paused at the door. “Souls and thrones are irreconcilable.”
