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Ettenia’s capital of White Roaring rarely slept, and with the recent vampire disappearances, whispers kept the city ever more awake; not because the people cared for the welfare of vampires, but because if something nefarious could happen to them, how would weaker humanfolk fare?
It was unfair for the masked Ram to see so much when the people of Ettenia couldn’t even see the face of the monarch that ruled them.
“Weapons?” the butler asked, palm outstretched.
“No, thank you.” Arthie smiled. “I have my own.”
There was a greed in his gaze, as if he feared missing the world by giving in to a blink.
“We all have our secrets or the world
would be out of currency. Isn’t that right, darling?”
You decided to take what’s freely available and turn a profit. Thievery at its finest.”
“Or is it a sin when it’s me and an achievement to be applauded when it’s those in power?
some secrets are worth more than others.”
“You—you’re a vampire.”
She almost felt sorry for him, until he looked up at her and winked slowly, with vanity. “Every good love story starts with a bullet to the heart.”
“That’s Spindrift. Tearoom by light, bloodhouse by dark.”
These weren’t the vampires with exclusive access to the elite society of snobbery known as the Athereum,
After all, fear became hate when it festered long enough. The world always teemed with darkness, Ettenia had just given it a new name.
blood merchants.
Like humans who sell blood from theirselves or someone who sells other peoples blood?
where a vampire could drink directly from the source.
girl who had been wronged, cheated, stolen.
She was, simply put, a tempest in a bottle, tiny and simmering and ready to obliterate.
“We were made for trouble, you and me.”
the Ram, Ettenia’s latest masked monarch.
Ettenian laws were created for the white man, usually at the expense of anyone who didn’t share their pallor.
“One gets a taste for blood when you have to lick your own wounds, you see.”
when they’d really made chattels out of both people and land, praising themselves for their villainy before doing it again and again and again.
The one who draws Calibore free is our savior. The one who wields Calibore is Ettenia’s right and true leader.
It was hard to believe in fairy tales when she’d lived a nightmare,
Calibore was a hoax: The pistol had been artificially fixed in place to exploit hopeful Ettenians.
She was still a child, but when you saw the cruelty of the world firsthand, you became a little cruel yourself.
They collected trophies for civilizing countries that had never asked for a redefinition of the word.
her true calling: vengeance.
Their proprietor had indeed been compromised.
The Ram was kicking them out. In two weeks.
Endangered had never been one of those words.
“Sticky fingers, sorry,” he said, not looking the least bit sorry.
Okay, Jin is a fav
Not dead, he had said with some uncertainty.
????
It was a melody of sounds complementing a visual feast.
Its giving legends and lattes but more interesting
they didn’t understand that the little things were meant to be appreciated too.
337 Alms Place.
She could hear the bullet that struck her father. The three it took to stop her mother.
she was the daughter of one of Ettenia’s vilest women alive.
“I know a helpless soul when I see one.”
flummoxed.
She’d outgrown her name when her mother had outgrown her love.
“Aren’t you going to invite us in, Ivor?” Arthie asked, like they were vampires who needed inviting.
Vampire core will never be thecsame after sinners
frown so deep it looked right about ready to slip off.
Lol
once, making her wish for a blanket and a book to curl up with on one of the oversize armchairs they’d passed along the way.
Yes Fluck, with the bookish vibes
She was meant for needlework and gossip, not pistols and blackmail.
She had forged a crown for herself when the world told her she was not meant to have one.
She set aside her astonishment and thought about how the secret could benefit her mother.
And Flick could all but taste her mother’s forgiveness when Arthie spoke, giving her the ammunition she needed on a silver platter. “We’re breaking into the Athereum to steal the Ram’s ledger.”
Damn, Flick is going to backstab them like that?
