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An athame is a magical tool—think magic wand, but in the form of a knife. They’re powerful tools for ritual magic. I had one locked up in the island’s armory. I’d stolen it from the God of the Underworld, fr...
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“All right. Get me the knife. And a binding crystal. And the placard.” “YOU WISH TWO OF THE WEAPONS?” Alfred sounded . . . slightly intimidated. That’s the kind of power level we were talking about.
“Great,” I sighed. “Now, run and get me my toys, Alfred. I’ve got a long night coming up.”
Truer words are seldom spoken.
Nobody particularly cared to cross anyone from Winter—much less the Sidhe who ruled over the other predatory fae by dint of sheer wickedness and power. Mab’s reputation and force of personality had created the Unseelie Accords from whole cloth. Mab was not a kind or gentle boss, but she’d never betrayed me, either. When she made a promise, she meant it, and everyone knew it. Everyone but Ethniu, apparently.
“That like the one you used on Thomas?” Murph asked. “Yeah.” “You think you can get a Titan inside one of those?” “Sure,” I lied.
The city was silent and dim in the darkness, unnaturally still. Waiting.
