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Emotions are tools. Only feel them when they’re useful.
He may be blind, but he sees more than any of us.”
“Did you think Bjorn managed to make the stew taste delicious with the foul beast Surai brought him?” Archeron said, biting back more chuckles. Taste runes! She frowned. “But, I tasted the stew from the pot.” “Also runed.” Archeron nodded to the simmering pot.
Her voice was the perfume of a poisonous flower, alluring and terrifying, and her words slid through his mind and snaked down his spine so that he wasn’t entirely sure if she was speaking aloud or inside his head.
Four oaths bound in honor. One to protect Bell. One to break the curse and free him. One to bring the vorgrath venom back to Rook. And one to train with the Lord of the Netherworld.