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Fortune’s Wheel has begun its Turning. When it ceases rotation, all will be made new.
She planned to drag all those dirty little secrets out of the shadows and into the light, and if necessary, the light would be cast by the flames she had lit as she burned the Unseen World to the ground.
Its blade as dark as shadow, its edge as sharp and fine as truth.
But there was a type of terror that didn’t care about reality, a fear that lived in secret places, and it clawed at her soft insides. It clawed harder at night, which was another thing she hated.
That magic was only truly yours if it came from your own pain, your own sacrifice.
“Because I can hear the blood in your veins, and I can taste the flavor of your magic on my tongue, and I could call them both to me in the space between one breath and the next.”
She had relearned who she was when there was no one who had the power to force her to be someone else, and then she had decided who she wanted to be.
You can say you wouldn’t this and you’re sorry that, but words are easy, and your actions say otherwise.
“So, you’re not, actually, going to kill me tonight. And my bones are staying in my hands, and I am going to drink an entire fucking bottle of champagne when Sydney kills you tomorrow, and I hope a dog pisses on you like you’re a hydrant before her spell unlocks. Because she knew you were enough of a coward to try something like this, and that was her magic in the necklace, and if she can hold you like this when she’s not even here, just imagine what’s going to happen to you in person. You fucking miserable excuse for a human.”
Be her House, okay?”
“Is it that easy, to destroy your home?” Shara asked. “To turn your back on me? All I ever did was make you stronger. It’s because of me you are what you are.” “This was never a home. And I made myself what I am.”
