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January 1 - January 13, 2025
“Free the five iron crows, and you will be queen.”
Fallon Báeinach.” “Bannock?” I repeat the foreign word she tagged to my name. “Why did you call me Fallon Bannock? What does it
And why in the world would a blacksmith model them after the pet birds of the mountain tribe that attacked us two decades ago?
“I know they practice blood magic, which tints their eyes pink. I also know that only the women have powers.”
“The crows went to Shabbe because the Shabbins venerate animals.”
“One day soon, there’ll be peace.” I frown because I hadn’t realized we were at war.
If only I had the means to move out so I could live my life the way I please and not the way that pleases everyone else.
I may be angry with Nonna, but not to the point of breaking my promise to her about leaving traces of my strange blood.
“Perhaps because you kiss them below the belt, and hearts are higher up.”
It’s as though a real bird has been mummified in metal.
“The appendages were clipped off real birds apparently.”
Nonna warned me Xema was unpleasant, yet I hadn’t envisaged that she’d be the love child of a fire poker and a cantankerous sprite.
Although I will never sit on your shoulder, once I’m whole, we can revisit teaching them some manners.
“She brought the fucking Crimson Crow back from the fucking underworld!”
Tell the princeling to fucking concentrate on the road instead of on your body, Fallon.
And that the sky . . . it belongs to me.
The gold ringing his pupils seems to churn. “You and I are just beginning, Fallon Báeinach.”
Even livid, she is exquisite.
“Wasn’t your dream to live in a castle and sit upon a throne?”
She spoils me with a smile intended to maim my dark heart, and I devour it beat by beat.
