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March 18 - May 22, 2024
“What were you,” Nesta breathed, coming around Cassian to stand at his side. Amren toyed with one of her black pearl earrings. “A messenger—and soldier-assassin. For a wrathful god who ruled a young world.”
How she sought them, how she distinguished friend from foe … Some people, Mor told me the next morning—after we all had a sleepless night—painted their thresholds in lamb’s blood. A sort of offering to her. And payment to stay away. Some left cups of it on their doorsteps.
“You wanted to see if I was worthy?” That innocent people were worthy of being helped. A nod. “I did. And you are. And now I shall help you.”
“Hybern has no idea about the hell that’s about to rain down upon them, do they.” “Here’s to family reunions,” was all Rhys said. Then the Weaver, the Carver, and Bryaxis unleashed themselves upon Hybern.
Even for an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world.
