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October 30 - November 3, 2023
They had one fatal weakness that made them vulnerable enough to be killed, and that was love.
“And you, liessa, are very brave.” His thumb moved, sweeping over the curve of my jaw. “But, sometimes, one can be too brave.”
“What does liessa mean?” The god didn’t answer for what felt like a small eternity. “It has different meanings to different people.” The eather pulsed in his eyes, swirling once more through the silver. “But all of them mean something beautiful and powerful.”
“You lie so prettily,” he murmured, and gods help me, it was a lie.
“There was this flower that once grew in the Shadowlands.”
“Are others as kind as you?” “Kind?” His head tilted. “I am not kind, liessa.”
“I would say that I have one decent, kind bone in my body when it comes to you, liessa.”
“You know what?” he asked. “What?” I stared at the top of his dark head, my heart pounding. “You can call me whatever you like.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you picked up that whip,” the Primal growled. “And touched what is mine.”
“One of the bravest things to do is to accept the aid of others.”
“Are you worried Daddy Nyktos will be upset with you for allowing her in here and send you to bed without your supper?”
🥵
I lifted my brows. Daddy Nyktos?
don’t question it sera.
“There is not a single part of Nyktos that doesn’t know exactly where you are.”
🤭
“Wherever a god or Primal is entombed, or where their blood spills, you will see a blood tree. It serves as either a memorial or a warning,” he explained.
Jadis’s head rested on her father’s shoulder, and she gave me a sleepy wave as she passed. The little wave… I didn’t know why, but it carved at my heart. The look her father sent me froze that knife in there.
“Don’t forget, Sera. You are not afraid. You may feel fear, but you are never afraid.”
“Your paths have always ended in your death before you even saw twenty-one years of life.”
“Not just a god. A Primal. And not just any Primal.” Penellaphe’s blue eyes fixed on Nyktos. “The blood of the Primal the ember belonged to—that and the pure will of love can unravel fate.”
