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“I know the hurt is loud, but it won’t always be.” He holds my hands, like they’re butterflies caught in a warm hug. “One day it’ll stop screaming at you. It’ll become nothing more than a whisper.”
He may have been a monster hewn from a dark and bloody era, he may have been a murderer once upon a time, but he was my monster. Mine.
He has been speaking … I just haven’t been listening. The bluebell heads … The sheath … This … Trinkets of affection passed to me with silent hope I slashed and stabbed.
He saw me … yet he still came to Bahari. Stood before me and absorbed my blows. Tried to sponge my pain and stop me from hurting myself. Me? I took one look at his monster and murdered him.
Suck stones, Cainon. Look who can row her own boat.
Despite the prickly ache deep inside my chest, I find myself sadistically proud of her perfect shot. Nice try.
She has no idea of the power she wields. I’d crumble worlds just to see her smile.
bow to no one, but I’ll get down on my knees before the Gods and beg you to choose this. To live.”
“You planted a spark in her, then left it to simmer until she was so sick with unrequited love that she accepted the cupla of another male. You’ve been nothing but devoid to that girl, Rhordyn. And now she’s dying of a sickness that could have been prevented had you only been honest with her.”
“Calah’s son supports the stones almost as much as the Shulák do; will never know that the Blight he’s wielded into a shield around his city took his mate at the tender age of less than two.
