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October 16 - October 25, 2025
If Rhysand was Night Triumphant, I was the star that only glowed thanks to his darkness, the light only visible because of him.
“I never congratulated you for slaughtering Dagdan and Brannagh. Good riddance.” “I did it for those Children of the Blessed,” I said. “Not for glory.” “I know,” Jurian said, flicking up his brows. “Why do you think I decided to trust you?”
“Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.”
I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.
“We will walk onto that field and only accept Death when it comes to haul us away to the Otherworld. We will fight for life, for survival, for our futures. But if it is decided by that tapestry of Fate or the Cauldron or the Mother that we do not walk off that field today …” His chin lifted. “The great joy and honor of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful—more than I can possibly say—that I was given this time with you all.”

