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“Oh, it tried. It still does from time to time. Particularly, tonight would have been a rough one if it wasn’t for what you just revealed.” She grinned, eyes wet with tears. “That cutie’s still alive.” She looked at Olivia, and then she laughed hysterically, tears falling down her cheeks. “What a small world.”
He might be alive. :(
Nina shook her head. “Anyway, not only are you friends with Tashami, but you’re friends and family with a man whose inadvertently helped my cause here in the Void by eliminating one of the Linsani. Fate is on my side—a credit to the spirit instilled in me by the Unbreakable.”
Or maybe she was full of enough spirit to be able to enjoy the spirit kingdom.
Nina inhaled deeply. “That works out. The Linsani we’re closest to killing just so happens to be the one who’s been giving us the most trouble for ten years now, ever since bonding with that girl.” “Bonding?” Vuilni repeated, an eyebrow cocked. “Strange, right?” Nina said. “Nobody had ever heard of such a thing before. But yes, Pytatia has become a pair with the Linsani of Purgatory. Together, they rule over the Mounds.”
So it is that girl.
“Wendy,” she said, looking toward a middle-aged woman with dirty blonde hair.
Hi mom- oh this person is blonde.
If Ataway had taught Bryson everything he knew, then Mendac understood why sparring Bryson would yield such alarming results for Rhyparia. Mendac’s fight with the Gefal had been a bitter dose of reality to swallow.
Even for Mendac, the fight against the not-gefal was hard.
Mendac forced out a breath through his nose. If only she knew just how much better. As far as goodness, he was sure the gap between him and his son was oceanic. But that wasn’t what concerned him, for he didn’t care if he was a bad man. It was their power. How large was that gap? He had forced himself on a princess in hopes to one day discover that mystery.
Bryson has catastrophic power. Three, actually.
Each wore armor far superior to the metal chainmail of the guards he’d just finished fighting. They didn’t have full body armor, but their most vital areas were protected. Sparkling pious minerals
I just remembered. Pious minerals are weaker at night.
She still had scrambled eggs and a slice of bacon on her nightstand leftover from breakfast, and half a salad from lunch on the other nightstand. Why had they abducted her from her studies only to treat her like this?
Because your father wants to sell you to the king, pretty much.
But, I was there son.
There are a lot of incorrect uses of there/eir/eyre. Weird.
They realized you wouldn’t be of use to the crown until your mid-to-late teens, so they decided to take you to an orphanage ran by a man of whom I’m not very fond: Mesitis Epidex.
The criminal guy.
Creep appreciated Shelly’s genius here.
You mean LILUUUUUUU haha
She balked, and Wendel choked out a laugh. Creep felt an immense sensation of satisfaction. She was halfway through calling the guards on the butcher before Wendel stopped the ordeal, grabbing the fork from his sister and taking a bite. He chewed and swallowed. “See, Phanny, it’s magnificent. Give it a shot.” “Don’t call me that around other people!” she hissed. Creep stood, gob smacked. The mission had just backfired. His eyes raked the backstage crowd, as if he would find a friendly with magical instructions to undo what Wendel had just done. He found none. Sally and York weren’t here, Lilu
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That went wrong.
Vistas looked not at his wound or the arrow, but at her. And he smiled. It appeared small and frail, but it carried more weight than the world could ever know. Vistas had no family left from that village, but he made sure he wouldn’t lose the family he had in this city.
No. No.
The synopsis was right. it will not relent.
Lianyu’s attack didn’t stop there. It lifted its tail from the newly formed fissure and looked back, opening a mouth big enough to devour buildings and redwoods, its mandible a menacing collection of sharp angles and razor-like edges. A sphere of shadows as black as the ocean’s greatest depths swelled in front of its mouth, absorbing the cloak that shrouded the rest of its body. As the sphere gained mass, the Linsani’s mouth opened wider until bones along the sides of the skull cracked. It was literally breaking its jaw to hold the Cynergy in place, collecting potential energy. Its cloak of
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The back cover.
Pytatia Henye made her father seem beautiful. Her hair had mostly fallen out. Long, thin strands clung to a scalp covered in worms. Her left eyeball hung from pink string, socket gouged and mutilated. Her mouth looked frozen in a contorted oval shape, as if her body had settled into rigor mortis mid-scream, forcing her chin askew from the center of her face. The left cheek dangled from her jaw, a flap of muscle and skin that obscured half of her neck. The half Olivia could see was absent of flesh, exposing vocal chords, the esophagus, and countless other internal parts. She was naked, and
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Do not let this happen to Tashami. Please.
The problem with umbra fairies was their lack of weaknesses. They only had one: the wind of a Spiritian.
Tashami has wind! PLEASE DO NOT KILL HIM
In other words, the host would never truly die and move on until the umbra fairy was killed by Spirit Chains from an outside source. A Spiritian couldn’t weave within their own body, so even they were doomed if they ingested one.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
The man held up a hand, requesting silence. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Mr. Henye.” He stared at the Bewahr with eyes of silver grace. “”Not only would it be an honor, but it’s my duty here.” He lowered himself to his knees with Preloz’s help, then bowed over Pytatia’s body and cupped his hands over her bare chest. A blast of wind tore through skin, muscle, and bone, reaching the heart and ripping it to shreds along with the umbra fairy.
Please tell me he can get to Tashami, since he won't die from the fairy.
The old nodded. “Reginald Patter.”
The Unbreakable?
She turned back to Vuilni and shook her. “Come on! Your family needs you back!” Vuilni simply tucked her chin and looked down at Olivia’s hands, then back to her face. Olivia whirled. “How do we fix this?” she asked. “You can’t,” said Nina. “She’s gone.”
No. Not another. Vitio. Delilah. Jilly. Vistas. So many more. Now a fate almost as bad as an umbra fairy for Vuilini?
When Lianyu attacks, whatever cognizance it steals from its target is gone forever.”
No.
She reached Vuilni and grabbed a fistful of thick, rough braids. She pulled them up to reveal the back of her neck. She drove the knife through. Ice crept from Olivia’s wrist, up her hand and fingers, and to the knife’s hilt. Vuilni fell limp, dying instantly.
This hurts.
Joni’s birthday had only been a precursor to Ronossius’s true horrors.
Back to Tashami. He said that 81-83 were somw of the best chapters he hs written. I am terrified.
He saw Joni’s neck in Ronossius’s grip, his feet dangling above the floor as he was held aloft. Blood ran like rivers down Ronossius’s fingers and wrist, draining from Joni’s throat beneath the hand. Joni was wide-eyed and smacking his lips, blood pouring from his mouth and down his chin …Tashami watched his big brother die.
Each of these dreams get worse. This seems like the worst.
“Elga here is Spiritian,” Sylial said. He was still leaning back in his chair with his slippers kicked up on the desk. “She’s lived in the Dark Realm for a couple decades now, seven of those years spent here as a healer to our Cynnish students. She will perform the banishment of the umbra fairy, after which Evelyn has approximately five minutes to plunge the blade in Tashami’s throat before natural death occurs.”
Yay, but noooooooo.
You were strong. You were brave. Then, Tashami hurt no more.
No. No. No. It doesn't- NICE JOB HURTING US.
He raped, pillaged, and burned. The atrocities he committed, which then extended into other Dark Realm kingdoms, spurred people like Storshae, Toono, and Apoleia into the directions they took. They followed a similar path of destruction to those around them in their search for vengeance or redemption, but they had been dealt with or confronted already.
Mendac was the cause of everything in the first 5 books.
“You left me and Yama.” Her voice was soft, but full of resentment. He couldn’t blame her. When he had deserted Soraku, she had been pregnant. They had never discussed baby names, but he knew in his heart of hearts … Yama was his daughter.
I expected that.
A tinge of pity tickled Vistas, threatening the resentment he had harbored for the Intelian family and its kingdom over the past several months. This man hadn’t known what he sent into Vistas’s homeland. Mendac had been the true demon. He looked at his brother, and Tristen shook his head while continuing to hang his curtain—as if to say this didn’t forgive anything. Flen would have agreed, even if he hadn’t been banished to the stables and wasn’t here to see it.
Was that all it was to stop Flen?
The man looked up and grabbed the left side of his glasses as a gesture. “With these, yes.” He then looked down to regard Vitio’s tapping fingers. “Anxiety is up.” He returned to flipping through pages. “Understandable.”
Neeko?
“I don’t know whether to be pissed or impressed,” she said.
That is definitely Magnifica.
“Magnifica cannot be summoned anymore. That ancient has rules,” the Strasan said, speaking about the book. “When a Strasan is summoned, their pages in the book are burned black, their prayers no longer legible. The same can now be said for me, Naipa Levlin. After this, nobody can summon me ever again.”
Okay, so it's not.
The old man managed a smile that felt out of place to Vistas. “When you’ve explored the depths of the world’s largest historical and intellectual vessel, you encounter much worse than this,” he said. He turned to the king. “The prayer speaks of someone who can erase memories, so I was told to choose her. She’s going to make sure you don’t remember me or this transaction.”
I think it's Neeko.
“I like to speak aloud sometimes, so don’t mind me.”
Naipa is great.
“What is your name?” He looked at her and then the king, considering the consequences of giving out such information. Then, perhaps remembering he had the ability to ask for memories to be erased, he gave it to her anyway. “Neeko LeFolli, but let’s keep that between us.”
I knew it.
Vistas smiled at the two royal sisters. His eyes closed. His breathing stopped. And he was gone.
The biggest problem with so many deaths is that they become less impactful.
“Afterward, I forced her to erase the memory. I also lost track of the child, and let fate do with him what it wished.” “That kid could have grown into something dangerous,” Bryson hissed. It had been an irresponsible and reckless act by someone who should have been far above such nonsense. “He did.” “Who?” Her gaze cast downward, unable to look him in the eye. “Your father.”
I had a feeling a page ago. But WHAT?
“What kind of things did Mendac do in the fight?” Bryson asked. “It was really only one thing. It takes something special to counter the speed of an Adren Assassin of Ataway’s caliber, and Mendac had it.”
Teleport.
“You’re saying Mendac hypothesized such results and did what he did to the Still Princess to prove them?” “I’m saying it might have been more than a mere hypothesis. I think he believed he had proof, and he was that proof.” Illipsia stood with arms crossed, trying to sift through the white noise of millions of thoughts and make sense of what was being said directly in front of her. “Mendac didn’t know his parents,” she eventually said. “He might have believed they were from separate realms, however,” Homina replied. “And considering his ability of electricity and teleportation, it would make
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He is the son of demigods, and also he was the proof. Wow.
He lifted the girl off his lap and placed her on the bed’s edge, feet dangling well above the floor. He strode toward the wardrobe and opened its tall center doors, revealing not a curtain of clothes, but a single kimono that hung from a hook. Hanging with that kimono was a sunhat, wide enough to be comically large for any child’s head.
I knew it was Jilly.
And judging by these visions, it seemed those ten lives were now inside of him.
A side effect of being reborn.
