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Her breath had stilled. Heart fluttered. ‘… Death.’
‘Never flinch.’ A cold whisper in her ear. ‘Never fear. And never, ever forget.’ The girl nodded slowly. Exhaled the hope inside. And she’d watched her father die.
😢😭😢
At the heart of it, two kinds of people live in this world or any other: those who flee and those who fight.
‘If I were going to name my blade,’ Mia said thoughtfully, ‘I’d call it “Fluffy”.’ Tric snorted with laughter. ‘Fluffy?’ ‘’Byss, yes,’ the girl nodded. ‘Think of the terror you’d instil. Being bested by a foe wielding a sword called Souldrinker … that you could live with. Imagine the shame of having the piss smacked out of you by a blade called Fluffy.’
‘Cock is just another word for “fool”. But you call someone a cunt, well …’ The girl smiled. ‘You’re implying a sense of malice there. An intent. Malevolent and self-aware. Don’t think I name Consul Scaeva a cunt to gift him insult. Cunts have brains, Don Tric. Cunts have teeth. Someone calls you a cunt, you take it as a compliment. As a sign that folk believe you’re not to be lightly fucked with.’ A shrug. ‘I think they call that irony.’
The wolf does not pity the lamb. The storm begs no forgiveness of the drowned.’
The old man grinned white, exhaled grey. ‘Excitable one, aren’t you?’ ‘What do you bloody expect? Did you see that thing?’ Aelius blinked. ‘Eh?’ ‘That monster. That thing! What the ’byss was it?’ The old man shrugged. ‘Bookworm.’ ‘Book …’ ‘… worm.’ Aelius nodded. ‘That’s what I call ’em, anyways.’
