Of Blood and Fire (The Bound and the Broken, #1)

by Ryan Cahill

A bard in the corner of the room played a lute. Well, attempted to play the lute. Failed to play the lute.

Then it finally curled and twisted itself into a ball, rested its head down, and closed its eyes.

Its a cat

“… Fritz, sir. Fritz Netley,” the boy said, shifting anxiously in his chair.

I hope he gets got

Dann, as expected, hadn’t stopped talking to take a breath for more than five minutes over the past few days. It was at the point where Calen thought Therin might just kill him in his sleep and drag the body away.

Lmao

“Rakina may mean ‘one who is broken’, but among the elves, it is a mark of respect. It also means, ‘one who survived’.”

A polished steel spear tip jutted out from just below his belly button, dripping thick red blood onto the dry dirt below. “Ella?”

Wtf