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Well that started horribly (as in I am already crying)

The first four chapters of this book destroyed me and will haunt me until my death.💔

Didn’t think I’d see this day, Vasya had them demons all whipped.

"Prisons are not always made of walls and chains. Do you mean to
spend eternity feasting, lord?»
His expression was cold. "A single night only."
"Eternity," she said. "You have forgotten that too."
"If I cannot remember, then it is not eternity to me."

"I have plucked snowdrops at Midwinter, died at my spoiling her grip.
own choosing, and wept for a nightingale. Now I am beyond proph-ecy." She caught his knife on the crosspiece of hers, hilt to hilt. "I have crossed three times nine realms to find you, my lord. And I find you at play, forgetful."
"Remember me," said Vasya. "Once you bid me remember you."

His last words, a reluctant confession. As I could, I loved you. She would never forget how he'd looked then. His expression, the impress of his hands, were seared into her memory.
But not in his memory. The years had disappeared from his gaze.
She did not know how great the weight of them had been, until she could see them gone.