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More than that, he had a sudden epiphany of who and what he really was. And why Katra visited them. Holy shit!
Acheron was Apollymi’s real son!
The child she mourned for. Acheron was why she sat by the mirror all the time. She was watching over him!
It was like the day he’d lost Xyn. Sinking to his knees, he threw his head back and cried out in fury.
But in this, his weakest, darkest moment, how strange that it was Xyn’s voice he heard. Remember the precious cost …
since they bonded to their master and became a symbiotic life form.
And now what had those actions done? Urian’s wife had gone trelos and attacked her own commune. Because she was human and couldn’t handle it. His son’s lies had forced him to commit even bigger ones to protect Urian.
That he’d done it to spare Urian from finding out that Phoebe had gone insane. Because
that would kill Urian’s heart.
That newborn baby smell. Before the world came and tainted them. Scarred them with its brutality and ugliness. Taught them to hate and to hurt. Taught their hearts to bleed.
“You gots the heart sadness. Friends don’t leave friends alone when they heart-sad.”
A billion memories. But the one that kept playing loudest was the one of him and Paris.
No one wants Acheron dating.”
“I know what it’s like to be torn between a love so pure it burns you deep down in a place you didn’t know someone could touch you and between your oath and duties.
“Against you, Solren, I’d stand with Mickey Mouse.”
“I still wake up and expect to find Phoebe beside me.” Xyn too on the really bad days.
And only because he was the god Kat had stolen the powers from all those centuries ago when she’d cried on Urian’s shoulder from the guilt over it.
By your actions you will be saved. Savitar’s prophecy for Acheron.
Yeah, no, that sounded like they planned to eat someone’s baby.
Simi froze, then became extremely happy. “Can we?”
Simi shook her head. “But if the Simi can, she will. Cans she?”
“Now the Simi sad she can’t eat a baby ’cause they’s so tender.” She pouted. Xirena sighed. “I know, sissy. So sad.”
“Goody!” Simi used her powers to conjure a crystal-encrusted, Hello Kitty hand mirror that she held up for him so that he could see the horns. Urian grinned at the silliness of it. “Perfect.” “Charonte!” She held her hand up for him to high-five her. “Charonte!” he said, and gently touched her palm with his. Alexion picked that moment to come in and burst into laughter. “Should I even ask?” Urian glared at him. “Not if you want to live.” Simi snorted. “Akri-Uri is a Charonte now. We’s adoptive him. He our baby now so if you make our baby cry, we make you cry.” Urian’s grin turned to straight
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But word to the wise about your adoption, Uri … they feed their babies habanero sauce straight up from the bottle, and good luck with the burping.” Then he vanished.
Medea turned as a shadow fell over her.
“You might like it, but it’s bringing back bad childhood memories. Life before toilet paper was not worth living.”
yours, theirs, and the truth that lay somewhere in the middle.
He heard Styxx’s anguished bellow of unleashed rage. It was the same sound of injustice that rang out whenever a Dark-Hunter died as a human. It was the sound that summoned Artemis down from Olympus to ask them if they would like to sell their soul to her for an act of vengeance against the person or persons who’d wronged them.
“It’s not the book dragon. She’s sleeping on her island!
Symfora was the Atlantean goddess of death, sorrow, and woe.
’Cause if that had been Phoebe or Xyn in the basement, and Paris standing there, they’d be blood on the floor right now.
“Dude, trust me, if she tries to burp you? Run fast. Run far. Run like the hounds of hell are on your heels, because they are.”
Strangely, Urian felt as if he knew her somehow. As if they’d met in a dream somewhere.
But weirdly, she’d always go fishing where the two of them used to meet all those centuries before. Like she was waiting for Aricles to come back, even though she didn’t remember you or him.”
A Chthonian god-killer.
“But yes. You, child, are the only being alive who is part human, Atlantean, Egyptian, and Apollite … and you are born with the blood of three pantheons, and gods inside you.”
What’s the world coming to when a demon gots to beg for tidbits … not even a finger sandwich. Tragic. Terribly tragic.”
“Oh my God, Falcyn! He’s not some two-year-old child and she’s not a piece of candy he found on the floor that he stuck in his mouth!”
“Braith, Verlyn, Cam, and Rezar were the first of our kind.
Because Apollymi was the ancient goddess Braith. One of the very gods who’d first set the gates.
“Time doesn’t harm love. Love conquers all.”
“You could almost count the Malachai. He is a direct descendent of her firstborn.
“You’re thinking that Acheron’s father is Kissare reincarnated?”
Yeah, that wasn’t the way she was acting. Urian was beginning to think a pod person had kidnapped her.
“You could be home right now, watching Survivor. But no, you chose to be here.”
Especially as she reached into her coffin backpack and pulled out her lobster bib and bottle of barbecue sauce to prepare.
“Wanna eat a dragon? Make you feel all better. Give you warm and fuzzies in the belly.”
“Yes. We all have a second penis hidden in our thigh.”
It was in the bloodline of Urian’s family.
“You’re my first love, Sarraxyn. My best friend.”
