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Keeping my language from turning unintentionally cruel is more and more difficult as I get older and learn how many ways there are to hurt people unintentionally.
“Next time I walk away,” she whispered into his skin, “come with me.” She let her gaze drift up to his throat, his jaw, his lips. “When this is all over, when Osaron is gone and we’ve saved the world again, and everyone else gets their happily ever after, come with me.”
“Lila,” he said, and there was so much sadness in his voice, she suddenly realized she didn’t want to hear his answer, didn’t want to think of all the ways their story could end, of the chance that none of them would make it out alive, intact. She didn’t want to think beyond this boat, this moment, so she kissed him, deeply, and whatever he was going to say, it died on his lips as they met hers.”
― A Conjuring of Light
“Lila,” he said, and there was so much sadness in his voice, she suddenly realized she didn’t want to hear his answer, didn’t want to think of all the ways their story could end, of the chance that none of them would make it out alive, intact. She didn’t want to think beyond this boat, this moment, so she kissed him, deeply, and whatever he was going to say, it died on his lips as they met hers.”
― A Conjuring of Light
“And bring me back that knife,” she added. “It’s my favorite one.”
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. “They’re all your favorite.”
― A Conjuring of Light
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. “They’re all your favorite.”
― A Conjuring of Light
“She was a thief, a runaway, a pirate, a magician.
She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying.
She was still a mystery.
And he loved her.”
― A Conjuring of Light
She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying.
She was still a mystery.
And he loved her.”
― A Conjuring of Light
“A knife struck the docks between Kell's feet, and he jumped.
"Lila!" he shouted.
"Leaving!" she called from the deck. "And bring me back that knife," she added. "It's my favorite one."
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. "They're all you favorite.”
― A Conjuring of Light
"Lila!" he shouted.
"Leaving!" she called from the deck. "And bring me back that knife," she added. "It's my favorite one."
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. "They're all you favorite.”
― A Conjuring of Light
“How do you know when the Sarows is coming?" hummed Lila as she made her way down the ship's narrow hall, fingertips skimming either wall for balance.
Right about the, Alucard's warning about Jasta was coming back in full force.
"Never challenge that one to a drinking contest. Or a sword fight. Or anything else you might lose. Because you will."
The boat rocked beneath her fee. Or maybe she was the one rocking. Hell. Lila was slight, but not short of practice, and even so, she'd never had so much trouble holding her liquor.
When she got to her room, she found Kell hunched over the Inheritor, examining the markings on its side.
"Hello, handsome," she said, bracing herself in the doorway.
Kell looked up, a smile halfway to his lips before it fell away. "You're drunk," he said, giver her a long, appraising look. "And you're not wearing any shoes."
"Your powers of observation are astonishing." Lila looked down at her bare feet. "I lost them."
"How do you lose shoes?"
Lila crinkled her brow. "I bet them. I lost."
Kell rose. "To who?"
A tiny hiccup. "Jasta."
Kell sighed. "Stay here." He slipped past her into the hall, a hand alighting on her waist and then, too soon, the touch was gone. Lila make her way to the bed and collapsed onto it, scooping up the discarded Inheritor and holding it up to the light. The spindle at the cylinder's base was sharp enough to cut, and she turned the device carefully between her fingers, squinting to make out the words wrapped around it.
Rosin, read one side.
Cason, read the other.
Lila frowned, mouthing the words as Kell reappeared in the doorway. "Give-- and Take," he translated, tossing her the boots.
She sat up too fast, winced. "How did you manage that?"
"I simply explained that she couldn't have them-- they wouldn't have fit-- and then I gave her mine."
Lila looked down at Kell's bare feet, and burst into laughter.”
― A Conjuring of Light
Right about the, Alucard's warning about Jasta was coming back in full force.
"Never challenge that one to a drinking contest. Or a sword fight. Or anything else you might lose. Because you will."
The boat rocked beneath her fee. Or maybe she was the one rocking. Hell. Lila was slight, but not short of practice, and even so, she'd never had so much trouble holding her liquor.
When she got to her room, she found Kell hunched over the Inheritor, examining the markings on its side.
"Hello, handsome," she said, bracing herself in the doorway.
Kell looked up, a smile halfway to his lips before it fell away. "You're drunk," he said, giver her a long, appraising look. "And you're not wearing any shoes."
"Your powers of observation are astonishing." Lila looked down at her bare feet. "I lost them."
"How do you lose shoes?"
Lila crinkled her brow. "I bet them. I lost."
Kell rose. "To who?"
A tiny hiccup. "Jasta."
Kell sighed. "Stay here." He slipped past her into the hall, a hand alighting on her waist and then, too soon, the touch was gone. Lila make her way to the bed and collapsed onto it, scooping up the discarded Inheritor and holding it up to the light. The spindle at the cylinder's base was sharp enough to cut, and she turned the device carefully between her fingers, squinting to make out the words wrapped around it.
Rosin, read one side.
Cason, read the other.
Lila frowned, mouthing the words as Kell reappeared in the doorway. "Give-- and Take," he translated, tossing her the boots.
She sat up too fast, winced. "How did you manage that?"
"I simply explained that she couldn't have them-- they wouldn't have fit-- and then I gave her mine."
Lila looked down at Kell's bare feet, and burst into laughter.”
― A Conjuring of Light
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