Trickery (Curse of the Gods, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

I was the embarrassment of the village, the village fool, the cursed child that they all secretly wanted to be rid of.

Like being hogtied and sacrificed to the Gods for accidently tripping and punching the sacred balls of one of the sacred sols.

What did I tell you about walking?” “That I should leave it to the experts,”

I tossed out my hands to catch myself, forgetting that I was holding the knife … And that was how I stabbed a God in Topia.

“You cheat, you die!” Rome added, in an equally booming voice. Why the hell was he playing into this when he already seemed to know that it wasn’t a real ranking?

Someone to find the Chaos student and protect them until they finally reach the threshold of power. After that, they are free to die. Staviti can kill them all he likes. It won’t stop them from joining me.”

Chaos..

“Don’t start acting like a dweller now, Willa,” Coen mumbled.

“Your fight is the thing which sets you apart from other dwellers,” he whispered into my ear as he held my trembling body. “But you have to learn to recognise when you can’t win.” Oh no he didn’t.

I was Willa Freaking Knight. Baddass Extraordinaire. Best Dweller in the World. And I was going to attempt to kick the ass of the massive Pain sol even if it was the last thing I did.

We liked you before, because you’re so abnormal it’s actually somehow funny … but now? After seeing you take on Coen like that? Well yeah, now we’re keeping you. It’s final.”

If I didn’t already know it to be impossible, I would have said that my clumsy-curse had suddenly gotten a whole lot worse, but that really was impossible, because it was already about as bad as clumsy-curses got.

And what did you know, my face was much more attractive when bleeding, rather than crying.

The gods had been trying to wipe me out for eighteen life-cycles and I was still there. I would not be brought down by someone like her.

“Next time, just say like … sleep well, or something normal,” I said. “Not go to sleep, I’ll be murdering someone in no time.

“Ever since she came, it’s been chaos between us.”

A girl-brother.” “That sounds like a sister—” “A girl-brother and that’s final!”

“Just trying to be polite.” “We’re here to kill her,” Siret reminded me, his voice a frustrated groan. “Don’t see why we can’t kill her politely,”