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This is the strangest part of it all: every time Liska meets the stag, she tries to touch him. Every time, her hand passes through.
Until one night, one rainy spring night, it does not.

This is emotional abuse I need to see them happy…

There are times, though, where Liska stops smiling. It is brief, but sometimes Basia will see her trailing her hand along certain things, and there will be tears in her eyes.
Basia doesn't quite understand it: how can a sword or an old book or a rowan berry make someone sad?

Bro stop this please he is not dead

Grief is a bit like a chronic ache, I think - it's always there, but sometimes you notice it more and sometimes less, and sometimes it's unbearable and sometimes you think it might be gone for good.'

No TF HE DID NOT IDK WHAT SORT OF LITERARY MASTERPIECE THE AUTHOR IS ABOUT TO PULL BUT I WANT HER TO BRING HIM BACK IN THIS ONE CHAPTER AND EPILOGUE THAT IS LEFT CAUSE STORIES LIKE THEIRS DO INDEED DESERVE A FLIPPING HAPPY ENDING I DONT CARE 🌚

every century he lived, he had to take a life, and with every life he took, he died a little more. After seven hundred years, his grand manor turned into a haunting ground and the memory of his former glory faded into myth. Then, on the night of the summer solstice, a girl wandered into the wood.
She thought she might die. He intended to kill her.
Instead, she taught him how to live.
He died to save them all.

SHUT UP I SAID

'Liska, look, look.' He raises their hands, slathered in human blood, dripping from their intertwined fingertips - and smiles brightly. 'Now I am truly free?' She chokes out a laugh, desperate and broken. 'How can you say that? How could you do this to me?
She wants to scream it at him, she wants him to stand with his usual grace and take her in his arms But he does none of those things. Because he is human now.

I nearly despaired. How could this meddling village girl be my match? But of course you were. Of course you were. In nature, everything balances itself. There can be no winter without summer, no shadow without the sun. You are my soul, Liska Radost. I lived seven hundred years to find you.'

I hate this book this is miserable I am literally crying bro SHUT UP

She hesitates. 'Eliasz?"
A smile breaks across his face, complete with those beautiful, elusive dimples.
'Hello, not-so-clever fox.'

The sigh I just sighed

NOOOOO WDYM WDYM WDYM HE STABBED HERRRR