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He pulled a bootlace free. "Besides, I don't want to dirty my knives. You stay here and clutch your pearls."
"Clutch my-don't kill them," said Aurienne, stepping in front of him. "They're idiots-utterly lacking in judgement. We must give them a chance."
"You've already given them a chance," said Mordaunt. "Besides, they threatened to kidnap you."
"And? You threatened to kidnap me."
"Exactly: only I can do that.
— Feb 03, 2026 06:11PM
"Clutch my-don't kill them," said Aurienne, stepping in front of him. "They're idiots-utterly lacking in judgement. We must give them a chance."
"You've already given them a chance," said Mordaunt. "Besides, they threatened to kidnap you."
"And? You threatened to kidnap me."
"Exactly: only I can do that.
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He might have carried on kissing her to her wrist, upon her forearm, past her shoulder, up her neck. He very well could have. He, feeling her cool skin under his warm mouth, quite wanted to.
In moments like this, one wished to worship a little.
Her wide, shocked eyes reminded him that her hand wasn't, and would never be, his to kiss.
— 11 hours, 56 min ago
In moments like this, one wished to worship a little.
Her wide, shocked eyes reminded him that her hand wasn't, and would never be, his to kiss.
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She said, "We can help each other."
He said, "I know."
She said, "We don't have to like it."
Osric made no answer. He already liked it. He hated that he liked it.
Her hand in his grew restive. He had held it too long. She pulled it from his grasp and was gone.
He hated that he had come to the waystone whole but left it having lost a piece of himself in two star-brilliant eyes.
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— Feb 03, 2026 08:03PM
He said, "I know."
She said, "We don't have to like it."
Osric made no answer. He already liked it. He hated that he liked it.
Her hand in his grew restive. He had held it too long. She pulled it from his grasp and was gone.
He hated that he had come to the waystone whole but left it having lost a piece of himself in two star-brilliant eyes.
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"Pretty?" interjected Mordaunt. "Who's prettier, her or me?"
One bandit piped up that she had better eyelashes but he had better cheekbones, and thus mortally insulted them both.
The bandit chief emerged from the conference and said, "About the same."
Aurienne gasped in outrage. Mordaunt, labouring under the delusion that he was prettier, also gasped.
"Well," said Mordaunt, "now you're definitely going to die."
— Feb 03, 2026 06:06PM
One bandit piped up that she had better eyelashes but he had better cheekbones, and thus mortally insulted them both.
The bandit chief emerged from the conference and said, "About the same."
Aurienne gasped in outrage. Mordaunt, labouring under the delusion that he was prettier, also gasped.
"Well," said Mordaunt, "now you're definitely going to die."
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Mordaunt waved a hand. "My mark today did make a stabbing attempt—but he only had a spoon."
"A spoon?"
"He was eating yoghurt," said Mordaunt, by way of explanation.
"You— you killed someone while they were eating yoghurt?"
"Yes. It was good yoghurt, too."
"You ate the yoghurt?"
"After he was dead, yes. He'd hardly touched it. What? What's the matter? Have you mistaken me for someone respectable?"
— Jan 30, 2026 12:01PM
"A spoon?"
"He was eating yoghurt," said Mordaunt, by way of explanation.
"You— you killed someone while they were eating yoghurt?"
"Yes. It was good yoghurt, too."
"You ate the yoghurt?"
"After he was dead, yes. He'd hardly touched it. What? What's the matter? Have you mistaken me for someone respectable?"
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Clearly im still very early into the book
So I don’t know how I feel about it yet
But I like Osric so far
— Jan 27, 2026 07:12PM
So I don’t know how I feel about it yet
But I like Osric so far
Mordaunt twirled the bootlace as he advanced.
"Arrogant bastard," said the bandit chief.
"Can't argue that," said Mordaunt.
"Run, you idiots," said Aurienne, her hands pressed to her mouth.
"You're going to learn some lessons today," said the bandit chief.
"I think the teaching will be mutual," said Mordaunt.
The bandit chief gestured his myrmidons forward. Their strategy, such as it was, consisted of swarming Mordaunt, who, for his part, turned to Aurienne and, with another of his odious winks, said, "Self-defence."
A strange melee ensued, during which Mordaunt, with an air of roguish enjoyment, strangled men left and right with his bootlace, while they drove their blades towards him and gutted one another instead. He was vastly outnumbered, and yet with his every balletic step, two or three bandits collapsed, and his täcn glowed its diabolical red, and bodies hit the ground, and he had shadow-walked behind his next victim.
He was, indeed, very good at what he did.
The problem was that what he did was Very Bad.
😂😂
It was going to be a wholesale single-bootlace massacre until the bandit chief, wielding a spear, hit Mordaunt with a glancing blow over the shoulder. Then Mordaunt grew serious, plucked the spear from the chief's hand, and skewered him and the two men behind him into a grotesque bandit brochette.
All forty died.
Aurienne clutched at her pearls.
😅😂