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At well over six feet, Caleb Malphas had hair as dark as Simi’s and skin the same color of caramel as Kody’s.
I guess I didn't realize Caleb had caramel skin before lol
He brushed his dark brown hair back from his eyes.
Nick description
her speech was unorthodox to most ears, it came from the fact that English wasn’t her native or primary tongue.
But it at least answered the most probing question that had been eluding him for weeks now— where one of his generals and protectors had vanished off to.
Time notation
“So you really were a zeitjäger?” The fact that Nick knew about that part of his past didn’t appear to surprise Takeshi. “An exceptionally long time ago I wore that garb and played that role. Yes.”
Which begged one majorly important question. “So how did you get out?” “Made a pact with Zev Kotori.”
God from Time Untime. Used to be in charge with sister Tiva
“From the bitterness in that tone, I take it that he screwed you over somehow.” “No. His sister, Tiva did. She’s the Untime to his Time. And unlike her brother, she can’t stand to see anyone happy.” “As a chaos goddess, she’s the one who cursed me into a book.” Nashira’s eyes glistened from unshed tears. “It was her way of keeping me away from my husband. For no reason other than she was a jealous harpy.”
“Itzal Tsuneo.” The name was out before Nick could control his involuntary verbal diarrhea. It had a most chilling effect on his host. Takeshi manifested a dagger and had it to his throat so fast that Nick had barely blinked. “I will not be enslaved to you, Malachai!” He growled those words between clenched teeth.
Takeshi's demon name
I’ve gone Cajun and y’all looking at me like Kody did the first time I asked her if she was playing rat de bois with me or if she wanted to go make groceries.” Takeshi scowled. “Do what?” Nashira shook her head. “Rat de bois means opossum. The other means he’s going to the market for food.” “Seriously?” She nodded. “Hanging out in his pocket has been quite the education.”
his British accent was light, pleasant and easy to understand.
SHADOW IS BRITISH?!
“You hid the swords in the forest of Woe?” Caleb gaped. “Last place anyone would look.” “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Nick wasn’t sure what that or Caleb’s irritable tone meant. “Why?” Kody snorted. “It drains their power and that of any and everything that comes here. Actually, it’s a great place since that would keep them about as hidden as being destroyed.”
And for that reason, Jared had made a deal with the Source of all evil to spare his grandfather’s life. And Jaden had enslaved himself in an effort to save Jared so that he wouldn’t be killed, along with his army.
“The grimoire is the lifeblood of our species, boy. It’s all and nothing. What is and was and could be. The darkest of magick, it was forged from the living skin cells of Cam by Lilith during the Primus Bellum and given to Monakribos so that he could defeat the Kalosum.”
“The grimoire is a living book, you imbecile. Made from the flesh of Lilith’s sister. She hated her siblings for what they’d done to her and her children. For the curse they placed on her that turned her children in to monsters, so our book was her revenge on them. Since her children couldn’t attack the Source and lacked the ability to kill them, she was hoping the first Malachai would use her knowledge and its powers against her siblings to destroy them for her.”
In human form, Kaziel dwarfed Kody. His long, pale blond hair framed a beautiful face that was marked with Celtic symbols for protection. Trained by the lady Shadow herself, the goddess Scáthach, he was the fiercest of the battle cŵns ever unleashed in war. And his pale green eyes showed the depth of his skills, and the tragedy that had been his harsh, brutal life.
Kaziel description
Tall and thin, with stringy red hair and dark eyes and lips, he was pretty enough as a woman— which irritated him to no end as men constantly came on to him, and he had no interest whatsoever in male attention.
Vawn description
Kaziel had an open sun tattooed on his forehead that aligned him to the light Celtic powers, Vawn held the tattoo of a black elongated star between his eyes that marked him firmly as belonging to the darker fey side.
“So . . .” Kaziel passed an irritated smirk toward Caleb. “Who’s taking odds on Shadow not finding them swords anytime soon?” Caleb scoffed. “Oh I’m taking odds on them being found. In my back or gullet, again. Possibly my head. Or another extremely uncomfortable body part. At the worst possible time.”
Whenever a Sephiroth bonded with his or her sword, their partnership was indivisible and eternal. To lose one was like having a limb ripped from the body.
Worse, he saw his mother’s grief. Heard her screams as she learned about Bubba, and took the news the same way she’d taken it when her sister had died.
I thought she didnt have a sister! Make up your mind
“How long have I been gone?” “Two weeks.” “Two weeks!” Nick started to flip over it, until he remembered something. “Did the weasel pass my Chem test? Or do I have summer school?” “He aced it.”
“It makes perfect sense. I drink the water of the Lethe and forget this and everything that’s happened since the night Kyrian saved me. Caleb can use his magick to bind my powers again and plug in the right memories. That way, my life will go on and reset the way it was supposed to be. I won’t remember Kody or being the Malachai. Everything will be normal.”
