More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I knew I’d like you,” Aristide said, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. “Anyone able to convince Noctus that they’re a cat deserves him.”
The phrase “scaredy cat” isn’t a taunt, it’s a useful life motto to build on,
“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Aristide cackled, then elbowed me. “Get it? So I’ll never believe him. Haha!”
“You think we’re the only ones worrying?” Aristide snorted. “Charon is going to positively fade away fretting for you. Tell him, Charon.” Noctus and I turned to face Charon—who had his perfect posture and blank face on. “I am going to positively fade away fretting for you,” Charon robotically said.
“I can’t decide whether you shame your lineage with your unique usage of your powers, or whether you have exceeded them all.”
This cat has all the patience in the world, I realized as I stared at her. Like…ALL of it.
“I want to know why,” Aristide demanded. “Why would you perform binding magic—which you elves rarely do, because you’re a paranoid bunch for all your arrogance.” “She was my cat,” Noctus said. “Yeah, well she’s definitely not anymore!” Aristide said. “Why does she still have it on?” Noctus studied me, seemingly bemused. “Just because she’s not a cat doesn’t mean she stopped being mine.”
Now I’m holding grudges against furniture. Fantastic. I’ve been alive so long that I’m no longer maturing, I’m regressing into a juvenile state.
“Aristide wasn’t thrilled because he has the personality of a moldy blanket that has been left to soak in a swamp for several centuries,” Noctus said. Aristide—with his vampire hearing—stopped long enough to turn around and scowl in our direction. “I heard that,” he snapped. “And I hope that trash griffin of hers poops on you!”
Three things happened in very short succession. 1) Aristide grabbed the arms of his folding chair and turned to us so fast he almost flipped his chair over. 2) Ker stood up so fast she stepped on her own tail in the process and fell down again. 3) Something loud crashed in the garage—Charon had obviously heard Shiloh’s question as well thanks to his elf hearing.
