The Night & Its Moon

by Piper C.J.

“Won’t the men be pleased to hear all their thoughts of women have been correct.” “Which thoughts, exactly? That women are dramatic? Or is it that we’re remarkably persuasive?”

“You’re fae,” she said. It wasn’t a question. She had been told as much by Samael. “Part fae.” “And part human.” “As are you, Snowflake.” “Please don’t call me that.”

“Ash?” “Mmm?” He perked up at the use of his name. “If we continue talking outside, you’ll win all of our fights, because I’m about to lose my limbs. I’m freezing.”

That was pretty funny

Torture took on a new name, and that name was training.

Every time we go to the gym hahah

If it weren’t miserable enough to feel every muscle in her body scream in protest, the added humiliation of needing to avoid their eyes as they surpassed her was an entirely separate layer of excruciation.

That’s me in the gym awww

“I am the sword of the All Mother. I will answer to no king, join no armies, and seek for myself neither power nor glory. I stand between magic and its imbalance as its sentry in this world. I will not flee, fail, or falter. I am a reever.”

“Give our little tomato-colored rabbit a chance! If she says she can do it, my money’s on Amaris.”

That’s cringe lol

“When I was first here,” she said, “a girl did tell me about an elderly gentleman who had dropped dead from the sight of her tits!”

Boobs are a powerful weapon

After all, every child deserved unconditional love from their family for exactly who they were, not for who they hoped their child might be.