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“Adora.”
Brand name?
“Estene kari la amt-am. That was the last thing you said,” Derek said. You’re no longer a slave. Oh fuck. I understood it. I’ve been speaking it. All this time I thought my magic was saturating my words. Fuck. “Put ‘language of power’ into your report,” I said.
Just another night in Atlanta. Sitting on my porch between a Greek god who was really a human and an angel of death who was having an existential crisis.
Erra
Name
Right now I would trade places with Saiman in a heartbeat. He could run around and do all of this bullshit, while I lay in a nice soft bed.
... You're forgetting the trauma and severe physical condition. What a pointless line.
I’d done it again. Damn it. I’d let the magic drag me away from who I was.
This is a weird line. Too much shame. The magic, standing up to peope who deserve it... She did nothing wrong.
a riot of flowers
If you keep doing this, it will make you akillu, the devourer, an abomination. You are a queen. Your responsibility is to defend the land, not to feed on it.”
