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“Aw. Look who’s worried at being replaced. It’s okay, you’re still my best friend.”
their friendship is SO PRECIOUS
The thing you must never forget about Atlantean culture is that we don’t coddle our victims. Victims are quarantined and cast out, their defeat viewed as a genetic defect. In turning his back on me, Geoffrey hadn’t done anything the rest of society hadn’t. Then again, I hadn’t been fucking the rest of society, and I held a grudge.
“You saved me,” Matthias said to me from behind Brand. I couldn’t quite identify the expression that lit up his face, but it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as plain gratitude. “You saved my life.” “If we get you killed your first week, people will make fun of us,” I said.
woke to another hot morning. Moaning my complaints, I got up, turned on my old, rattling air-conditioner, then lazed on my bed for nine more snooze alarms.
mood
“It’s a cock ring,” Brand told Matthias. “Godsdamnit,” I said. “It’s a sigil. I have a Shatter spell in it. Do you know how few scions can pull off Shatter?” “His magic cock ring,” Brand said.
THE WAY I CACKLED 🤣🥹
had other reasons to dislike seers, too. They almost never saw the future clearly enough to do more than cause it. The ones with limited ability prostituted their talent or outright lied; and the ones with a true gift were smart enough to hide from you when you came looking for them.
“The Dead Man isn’t dead. He’s not even incapacitated, not if he sent skeletons after you.” “Skeletons. Phfft. He’s incapacitated enough, if he didn’t come after us himself. You know, it is conceivable that I could survive on my own for another hour or two. And you skipped over the part where you complimented me on my derring-do.” “Yes, awesome job, thank you for not dying after you left me behind. I baked cookies.” “Chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin?” I asked. Brand hung up. I tucked the phone back in my pocket and headed to the car. The phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw that Brand had
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“Walk down the wrong street in this city and you could be gutted for your shoelaces. You could have a dagger stuck in your eye because you used the wrong adverb. The inside of a person’s head is a deep, dark place, Addam. No one really knows what another person is capable of, not until you’re sitting in a big bloody mess.
“I’m doing an awful job trying to get into your pants.” I barked out a laugh, surprised. “So that’s what all this is about?” “But of course. I was scoping the competition.”
seduction at its finest 👌
He’d been smiling minutes ago. I liked when he smiled.
he's falling hard 🥴
Addam sucked at searching. He kept forgetting to be cautious or stealthy. He picked up anything that caught his eye, like a crow dive-bombing shiny coins.
LMFAO HE'S SO LIKE MEEE FR
Sometimes, my life sucked. It was so much easier to fight the monsters outside my head.
Brand said. “Do you remember the first time I protected you?” I felt my forehead crease. He said, “That motherfucking stableboy, what’s his name? Gregor. He liked to bully you when you were a kid, real clever-like, so that he couldn’t be called to task for it. He tried to make you feel small because he felt small. . . . Remember that time we rode on the beach, and Gregor made some shitty comment about you needing to ride a pony instead of a horse? That look on your face killed me—you’d been so, so proud that you’d finally just learned to ride a horse like a grown-up, and Gregor knew that, and
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these two are the reason why bromances are better than anything else *sobs*
There were no words that could describe what I felt. There are no words to describe the feeling when the battle tide has turned against you, and you are drowning in your own loss.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Who do you think he is? Didn’t you know what his father was like—what kind of ability Rune has inherited? Those aren’t just shoes to fill, it’s the whole fucking shoe factory. Don’t you ever doubt whether he can do what he says.”
How did you recover from a mistake, no matter how slight, when an army was piled around you?
