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The too-small hole of a too-great wound.
Ojka, the assassin— Ojka, the messenger— Ojka, the Antari— —wasn’t Ojka anymore. “My king,”
FUCK
Let me in, whispered that ever-present voice.
FREAK BRO
“Yes…” said George slowly, smoothing his coat. “Well, then…”
I HATE THIS
“I require an ally. A proven friend. A powerful magician. I require you here in London, Master Emery. With me.”
ughhhh LOVE
“That is the first reason,” continued Rhy evenly. “The second is more personal. I have lost my mother, and my father. I have lost friends, and strangers who might one day have been friends. I have lost too many of my people to count. And I will not suffer losing you.”
MY BABIES!!!!
Arnesians had a dozen ways to say hello, but no word for good-bye. When it came to parting ways, they sometimes said vas ir, which meant in peace, but more often they chose to say anoshe—until another day. Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned,
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Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.
“There’s nothing to fix. That is an acina. They aren’t meant to last. They bloom a single time, and then they’re gone.”
“Leave it be. The blossom will crumble, the stem and leaves, too. That’s what they’re for. Acina strengthen the soil, so that other things can grow.”
Softly, Rhy said, “The king needs his brother.”
“Welcome to the Night Spire,” she said, flashing a smile like a knife. “You can call me Captain Bard.”
queen finally got her ship
She was a thief, a runaway, a pirate, a magician. She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying. She was still a mystery. And he loved her.
