The Brightest Fell (October Daye, #11)

by Seanan McGuire

“Being your friend is like trying to get up close and personal with a natural disaster,” she’d said. “Sure, we have some good times, but we spend half of them covered in blood. We just want to spend an evening making you as uncomfortable as you keep making the rest of us.”

Apt

He stole the child of my blood, and then he stole the child of my heart, and I still don’t have either of you back! Why should I let you wake him up, when he deserves to suffer for eternity for what he’s done to me?” “Because Jazz doesn’t deserve to suffer,”

He was going to have to be the levelheaded one through what came next . . . and I was the one who’d done most of his training. May Oberon have mercy on us all.

How can I repay you for what you’ve done if I don’t start with the repayment of him?” I didn’t have an answer for that. I wasn’t sure there was one.

Fog began to rise from the candle, and with Officer Michael Thornton—lost to Faerie, now found—sobbing against my shoulder, the soft, misty gray closed in, and we were gone.

“My name’s October,” I said gently. “We’ve met before, remember? I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of. You’re safe now.” “October,” he said, slowly, wonderingly, sounding out each syllable of my name like it was a revelation. “Yes. Of course. I know you. I was waiting for you.”

What were a few broken bones between newly united siblings?

Because sometimes the best intentions could lead to some very dark places, and once you were there, it could be almost impossible to find your way home again, unless there was someone willing to help you. Unless you could get there and back by the light of a candle.

If I ever met Titania, we were going to have a little talk about laying compulsions on people. What she’d done to the Luidaeg wasn’t fair. There was nothing in the world that could have made it so.