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“My loved ones, reclaimed by the cosmic entity I summoned as a last resort, the dreadful god I claimed and ensnared, the lonely soul who, without knowing it, was waiting for me to bring him to life.”

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“The second gift,” he says, pressing his thumb to my forehead, “is a tethermark. It is the only eternal one I have ever bestowed, and it ensures that you will have youth, beauty, and health for as long as I exist. Since this mark channels a large portion of the power I have amassed, I will not be able to bestow tethermarks on anyone else, ever again. This is the last, and the best.”

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“That isn’t the gift, darling.” His voice has shifted; it’s slightly farther away. “Only gods can rule Annwn. So I awarded these six souls with the status of lesser deities. They now have a place in the lower tier of the pantheon. They can even visit the mortal realm for short periods of time.”

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“The sight of her alive and standing shears through my heart. Sweet pain swells in my chest, tightening my throat. Tears are pooling in my eyes, beading hot on my lashes. I almost lost her. She was nearly gone. If I had arrived a few minutes later…”

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“Yet I will weave my life with yours, and the two of us shall be stronger, until the day betrayal or death may divide us. What is woven shall not be cut, and what is entangled shall not be severed. Yours infinitely, yours devotedly. Yours in passion and pain, in beauty and blood, in age and agony. By myself I swear it, and by my power I bind it.”

“But she can’t speak any more. Her form is dividing, separating into disparate pieces like a puzzle—and the next second she implodes, all the pieces sucked inward, toward an invisible fixed point in the air, suctioned into that spot and then gone.”

already??? are u sure…

“Until my beloved dies, and I vanish back into the darkness from which I was born.”

WHAT THE FUCK

“Illogically, it feels like having a piece of Aspen back again. My sweet brother, with his vast kindness and his earnest good intentions. He could be ridiculous sometimes—could make me laugh until my sides ached—but he was wonderfully serious when he needed to be. Decent with a blade, but not a warrior. Not violent. I don’t believe his dagger ever tasted blood before I used it.”

ohmygosh venniroth is so much more vile than i thought

“I love you, Arawn,” she grits out. Tight, forceful words. Blades on which I gladly impale my future.

Into her ear I breathe the words I have not spoken to any being, living or dead, since the dawn of time. “I love you.”