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This wasn’t in the books. Reynald Karis was telling me something about himself that he probably kept private. He was trusting me with it.

(This is the second time my name has been used as a last name in a fantasy novel. The only time I've seen it used as a first name in a book was for a sith side character in the Star Wars Darth Bane novels 😅)

“I promise I will explain everything once we have that barrel.”
[Reynald] shook his head.
"What?”
"Wondering what sins the Yolentas have committed.”
“Maybe I just want to steal their salt.”
"No. That’s not you. The Yolentas have done something special. Something that’s more than their usual schemes and backstabbing.”
“You’re right.”

(Your goodness shines through, Maggie)

Solentine slipped through the window and landed soundlessly on the floor. He was dressed in gray and black from head to toe [...]
“Hello there, Ezio,” I said. “Imagine meeting you here. Killed any Templars lately?”
"I understood none of that." He leaned against the windowsill.
Of course not. References to twenty-first-century video games were solely for my own amusement.

(Amazing 👏 👏)

I’d read about it over and over, I’d imagined it, and here it was, right there. Right in front of me. All this wonderful magical weirdness. I wanted to just wander about like a toddler at an amusement park, going, “Ooo, look at this.” But there was no time.

(I didnt realize how desperately I needed an isekai fantasy book)

Three steps into the hallway, my legs decided they’d had just about enough of my nonsense and tried to fold under me.

(What a way to start chapter 3, lol)

And yet, as Ursula raced up the stairs with her footsteps reverberating off the walls, she was struck by a revelation. Perhaps Sister Isabelle was right after all?
Sinning was fun.

TOURNAMENT ARC!!!!!!

“You look like the abbess,” Maude said when he studied himself over a stream. “If she’d have worn a whit of color.”
The gargoyle leaned close to the water and whispered conspiratorially to his reflection. “I’m prettier than that bitch ever was.”

😂😂😂

THE STAKES HAVE RISEN

Next to me, the gargoyle had just taken a bite of a nearby arm, blood on his claws and lips. He shoved the knight and cackled. “Look, Bartholomew,” he said, “he fell funny.”
I should have been mortified—but all I felt was a hot, ravenous fire.

(God I needed this fight to ease some of the tension)

If rory doesn't kill Benji, I will

He wrapped his arms around me. “To live again after death is strange magic, and an even stranger fate. Would that things were different, Bartholomew. Would that we had never been reborn. But if we hadn’t… well. I have wondered, and pondered, and now I am sure. For better, for worse—
“The rest of the story could not exist without us.”

Rory was fidgeting so madly with his coin it was a wonder he didn’t accidentally propel himself through space. “I hate tight, dark places.”
“Let’s hope you never die,” the gargoyle said. “I hear graves are rather constrictive.”
Rory’s eyelids drew low. “Helpful.”

(I love the gargoyle. Also, my hatred of small, inescapable places is part of the reason I want to be cremated, so I feel you, Rory.)

Maude and the gargoyle were still snoring when I returned to the inn. When I slept, I didn’t dream of Aisling Cathedral’s looming edifice or Diviners swathed in gossamer. I didn’t even dream of the Ardent Oarsman.
I dreamed of a knight with gold in his ears and charcoal around his eyes, who did all the ignoble things I asked of him.

(Ohoho🌶🌶)

“And where is your house, Myndacious?”
“Don’t have one.” There was more flinging, fidgeting. He pulled several glass jars from the cabinetry. They were filled with rough chunks of a cloudy, yellowish material. “Still fixed on Myndacious, I see.”
“I like the way it rolls off the tongue.”
"I’ll bet.”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Im following this author forever

“Just as well. Discussing things with that equine proved quite a bore.” The gargoyle sighed, suddenly forlorn. “I confess horses are not the intelligent beasts I imagined them to be. Though I don’t think that merits the abuse they suffer postmortem.”
That one took me a moment. “No one actually beats dead horses, gargoyle. It’s an expression.”
"Really? How morbid.”

I raised the remains of my idleweed. Shot smoke out of my mouth at the sky.
Rory scratched his nose with his middle finger.

(Don't smoke all the man's weed!)

“I washed the Divining robes this morning.” The gargoyle led me down the nave. “It was an abundant chore. I am within myself with fatigue.”
“Beside,” I murmured, peeling off my clothes. “‘Beside myself with fatigue’ is the proper expression.”
The gargoyle’s stone brow knit. “If I were beside myself, there would be two of me, and the washing would have taken half the time.”

But there’s another sound before the darkness swallows me. [...]Ares—terrorist lord of the underworld, howls like a wolf as he carries me to safe harbor.

(Deleted major spoiler, thus the [...], but holy fuck im gonna lose my mind)