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It was cowardice, he knew, but cowardice came so much easier than hope.
Kell cut her off, taking her face in his stained hands and kissing her once, deeply, desperately. A kiss laced with blood and panic, pain and fear and relief. He didn’t ask her how she’d found him. Didn’t berate her for doing it, only said, “You are mad.” She managed a small, exhausted smile. “You’re welcome.”
my beloveds.
Lila, always the faster, had her knife out, even though no one had seen to her wounds.
god these mf royals show my homegirl SOME respect.
“Good,” she answered, pushing open the door. “Only fools are certain.”
Hastra handed him a blanket. “Shouldn’t you take off her knives?” “There’s not enough tonic in the world to risk it,” said Kell.
“Scars are not shameful,” said Ojka, “not unless you let them be.” The knight straightened. “If you do not wear them, they will wear you.”
And if reckless humans make mistakes, then so will reckless gods.” “Do you truly believe that he’s a god?” Holland rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t matter what someone is. Only what they think they are.”
Rhy watched his brother move toward her as naturally as if the world had simply tipped. For Kell, apparently, it had.
“Pretty much,” said Kell, lifting the drink from Lila’s hand and taking a long sip. Amazingly, she let him.
there is haikaveh everywhere for those with the eyes to see.
“Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”
“And what have we learned from this, Bard?” asked the captain, wiping a blade on a corpse’s chest. Lila looked down at the bodies of the men she’d once spared aboard the Copper Thief. “Dead men can’t hold grudges.”
Her heart was beating hard against her ribs, some primal part of her saying run, and she was running, just not away. She was tired of running away. So she was running into Kell. And he caught her.
But soon, the ship was quiet, the small skiff rocking gently on the current, and Kell’s breathing was low and even, his pulse a lulling beat against her skin, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, Lila fell well, and truly, and soundly, asleep.
“A word of advice,” said Alucard lightly. “When Maris says leave, you leave.” “Don’t worry,” said Bard. “I’ll be on my best behavior.” It wasn’t a comforting notion. As far as he could see, she only had one kind of behavior, and it usually ended with several dead bodies.
The other Antari raised a brow. “Obviously, I assumed you knew.”
okay i can't pretend anymore holland hand in marriage please thanks.
Holland gave them both a bland look. “Amazing,” he said dryly. “There are still things you haven’t learned.”
SCREAMING he's so funny
But he never imagined death would look like this. Never imagined that he would face it alone. Without a crew. Without a friend. Without a family. Without even an enemy, save the faceless masses that filled the waiting ships.
Standing there on the prow of the Ghost, he realized with startling clarity that death and glory didn’t interest him nearly as much as living long enough to go home. To make sure Bard was alive, to try to find any remaining members of the Night Spire. To see Rhy’s amber eyes, press his lips to the place where his collar curved into his throat. To kneel before his prince, and offer him the only thing Alucard had ever held back: the truth.
To Holland, it was simply relief.
i bet on losing dogs
A myth without a voice is like a dandelion without a breath of wind. No way to spread the seeds.
Kell paused. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I will. Once I’ve seen it.” “Seen what?” asked Rhy. Kell smiled. “Everything.”
IN TEARS, THE CALLBACK
“Welcome to the Night Spire,” she said, flashing a smile like a knife. “You can call me Captain Bard.”
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.
