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“I will not listen to one more person discredit me in favour of a man.”
“I thought you were rather more than a witch.” “I am your worst fucking nightmare,”
Hate is resilient. Fathers pass it on to their sons.”
“Don’t get cocky, my girl. There is an inch of difference between confidence and arrogance where the sword errs to one side, and arrogance always bleeds out first.”
“If they took you from me,” he mutters, grappling with his mind as it slips back into its dark reprieve. “I will break them all.”
“We are all bad and good, are we not? The fools are the ones who try to separate the two.”
Dawsyn sighs and steps over him. “When will the day come that you men learn to say less?”
“I found you,” he murmurs. “Finally, I found you. Someone just like me. And then I failed you.”
“All I know,” she says, “is how not to die.”
“We were never meant to be together,”
“You called his name because love forfeits sense.”
“The entire continent heard you, Salem. You’re being a child. The captain didn’t take your toys.”
“Your proclivities offend them?” “Often. Though I do much enjoy offending,” he says wryly. “So, you could say I invite their disregard.” “I’d much rather have their disregard than their favour if something so trivial should signify.” “Oh, I relish their disregard, love. It’s why I make a point of doing away with clothes altogether on the solstice. I dangle my dangles all through the Mecca just to see how close I might come to the palace before the guards are called.”
“Ugh, they taste like all my sins coming back for repentance,”
All things find a way back home.
“You’ve kept your secrets from her. You’ve forced me to keep them, too. You’ve compromised me in that regard, and I did it out of loyalty. But you will not begin keeping secrets from me, Baltisse.” “And who’s to say you have a right to know what I do?” “If it concerns Dawsyn, then I should know.” “Because you love her?” “Love is a trace of what I feel,” he snarls.
“But if you kill this man, I will hunt you to the darkest corners of this world and rip you apart.”
“I’ve seen men do a lot of strange things to make peace with a small cock,” she jeers, pointing her ax at his crotch. “But I’ve never seen one grow wings and demand to be called a king.”
