by Shea Ernshaw
“But magic was not always so linear. It was born from odium. From love. From revenge.”
“But magic was not always so linear. It was born from odium. From love. From revenge.”
“A philosopher once asked,
“Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?”
Pointless, really…
“Do the stars gaze back?”
Now, that’s a question.”
“Oh – and the nights should go back to normal now. I’m pretty sure that’s fixed.”
“I see. And I suppose you also had not-nothing to do with fixing the nights?”
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“I’ll admit I don’t know why my predecessors built a palace fit for the summer court in the middle of a mountain range that’s mildly warm at best, but who am I to question?”
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“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I’m tired and lonely, and you’re the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Harper, I didn’t just pee on the floor. My water broke.’
‘What water?’ He blinked, then went pale as a corpse. ‘That water. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Sit. Sit, or… I’ll get-’
An ambulance. The marines.
‘My mother.”