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He said the words like there was a system of honor in the world, like all you had to do was appeal to a person’s better nature and goodness would prevail. The self-righteousness of it stuck in James’s throat.
“You think I felt something for you? You’ve forgotten who I am.”
WHO IS THIS DIVA
A mirror was revealed, leaning against a cargo crate. It was made of metal, and it was old, an antique from an ancient era, before mirrors were made out of glass.
The three men were getting out of the boat. One of them was looking up. Right at him. They found me.
A boy of about seventeen, in a torn shirt and ripped breeches, was chained up in the darkness of the hold.
Her first instinct had been to save her brother. Will’s had been to save everyone.
Lion, the Stewards had said. And no one ever realized they were siblings, but Tom was not the only one with strength in his veins. She heaved.
A flash of fierce protectiveness made her determined that she would get him out to safety, no matter how difficult it might be to fight their way to shore.
Their new house, provided by her fiancé, Simon Creen—Lord Crenshaw.
At thirty-seven, he was old enough to be her father, but there was no sign of gray in his hair, which he wore natural in a classical style, the same dark brown as his eyes.
“I did not know that anyone could sheathe the Corrupted Blade. But whatever the boy did, it appeared to exact a price.”
“Not all that is written has passed,” said Justice, “and not all that has passed is written.”
his golden hair
Will felt it too, a strange pressure growing in his chest.
The pieces were different, as if the three men had scavenged different parts from the same armor suit. Pitch-black and metal-heavy, they emanated wrongness, like the chalk-white faces of the men and their staring, sunken eyes.
Will could feel—something happening. Like words whispering, I will find you. I will always find you. Like a metal gauntlet closing around flesh. Try to run.
“What are you doing?” Justice grabbed his hand back from the rope, but Will was barely aware of it, his eyes on James. Show me what you can do.
raising my eyebrow suspiciously
James looked up. His blond hair was mussed, and he was breathing unevenly. He looked spent. But his eyes were furious, full of barely repressed emotion. With those deadly blue eyes, he looked right across the docks at Will.
Will’s skin prickled with the strangest sense of recognition as the line of white-clad Stewards rode toward it through the dark. He felt like he knew it—like he had been here before—but how could he?
Something had stood here once, long ago—
Looking at it, Will felt as if every great human building was just an echo of this splendid form, trying to re-create something half-remembered, with tools and methods too crude to ever capture its beauty. Once those walls were fully manned, he thought. And the citadel blazed with light. And then he shivered, not knowing where the thought had come from.
“Marcus,” said Cyprian.
“He sheathed the Corrupted Blade. He called it to his hand and put out the black flame.”
“Why do I recognize it?” he said, the crowding of his mind with half memory almost painful.
The Elder Steward’s eyes were on him. “Your mother never told you?” His heart was pounding, as though he were back at Bowhill with his mother’s eyes staring at him. Will, promise.
“Kindness is never a mistake,” said the Elder Steward. “Somewhere in the heart it is always remembered.”
boyish
And where the Hall had been, he saw nothing but a great darkness, and above it rose a pale crown and burning eyes of black flame. They drew closer and closer, and he couldn’t run. No one could run. The black flame rose to consume him, and then to consume everything.
She had looked at him with eyes like his mother.
She was the only one who could.”
like his mother’s eyes,
He is the Dark King’s general, reborn into our time.
ok nosferatu!!!!!!
He is coming.
She saw perfect rows of young fighters.
AOIYUHFHHG SO FAMILY
But she didn’t have to follow her father. She could forge her own destiny. She tightened her grip on the sword. “Then teach me,” she said.
IS THIS ENEMIES TO LOVERS OR AM I CRAZY
He wanted to catch up to him, even as the idea of James as a Reborn brought its own disturbing fascination.
“But you are right about James. If you want to fight the Dark King, you will have to first fight him.”
“Even those who think themselves powerless can fight with small acts. Kindness. Compassion.”
it had instead dropped through it.
is she a ghost or something.......
“I think if you took the test you’d pass,” said Will. Her eyes flew to him. “You’d never let some belt defeat you.”
James, thought Will, his skin prickling, all his attention fixing on the name. He felt the way he had at the river, when he had seen James for the first time and been unable to look at anything else.
NO ONE MOVE .
“Perhaps it’s time to tell the others,” said Justice. “The truth. About Marcus. About Simon’s plans. The novitiates and the janissaries deserve that much warning—” “And break our sacred oath?” “If the others knew what was really happening—” “If they knew, there would be panic, chaos. And then how would we—”
WGAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
“A unicorn,” said Violet in a soft, awed voice,
This felt the same, but thickly worse, as if whatever was here was darker and more dangerous than the black flame of the Blade could ever be.
It called to him as a chasm calls to one who might throw himself over, bringing him right to its edge and whispering to him to jump.
boy u think abt him too much
I can do this. I can prove myself. I can fight for the Light.
