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“Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s twice you’ve handed me my ass and run off.”
Now pick your jaw up off the floor and follow me.”
I wanted to reach into the darkness and smack him across his monstrous face.
The stone chamber—enveloped by moss and vines—stood tall at the edge of the mist. How strange it looked, alone in the ruins, unmarked but for one dark window situated on its southernmost wall.
found the title!
Winded, my dress wet and muddy at the hem, I stomped out of the thicket like an ogress, wild and weary.
“The Old Book says magic sways, like salt water on a tide. I believe the Spirit is the moon, commanding the tide. She pulls us in, but also sets us free. She is neither good nor evil. She is magic—balance. Eternal.”
“It is not they who bring the reckoning, Ravyn. It is you. It is us.”
“You’re smiling.” Elm looked over the table. “Does no one else find that incredibly unnerving?”
“Suppose he, or someone else, risked their title—their life—for yours freely? Someone who saw all your secrets and sicknesses and did not fear you. Wouldn’t you choose them over all the others?”
