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shhhh …’ came a murmur at her feet. ‘… do you hear that …?’ ‘… Hear what?’ ‘… it appears to be the sound of … breasts tilting skyward …?’
‘Hello, you murderous old cunt,’
Mercurio knew the only ways out of the Quiet Mountain were a two-week trek across the Ysiir Whisperwastes, out through Speaker Marius’s blood pool, or by leaping off the railings of the Sky Altar and into the shapeless night beyond.
‘It has footnotes? What kind of wanker writes a novel with footnotes?’
‘Godsgrave,’ he muttered. ‘Follows on from the first,’ Aelius nodded. ‘I think I liked this one better, actually. Less fucking about at the start.’
If this were any more obviously a fucking trap, they’d have a row of high-priced courtesans dancing in Liisian lingerie atop it, singing a rousing chorus of “this is obviously a fucking trap.” ’ Mia smiled faintly. ‘I love that song.’
a voice so deep she could feel it between her legs when he spoke.
‘You must think me a heartless cunt,’ she sighed. ‘YOU’D ONLY CONSIDER IT A COMPLIMENT.’
‘I will rip all three suns out of heaven to keep her safe, you hear me?’ Ashlinn vowed. ‘I will kill the fucking sky.’
‘Mister Kindly, shut your fucking hole!’ ‘… i do not have holes, fucking or otherwise …’
like secrets in the dark, whispered without speaking. A language of sweet sighs and knowing eyes, of soft lips and gentle fingertips.
She wasn’t a hero, driven by the cruelty and injustice of the Republic. She was a killer, driven by the pure and burning desire for revenge.
Face like a picture and an arse like a poem.
IF FOUND, PLEASE RETURN TO CLOUD CORLEONE. IF STOLEN, WELL PLAYED, GENTLEFRIEND.
And in the end, who can cut you deeper than yourself?
