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“Her task is simple: travel Eira’s paths and lead the hungry and abandoned back. It sounds far easier than it is. She knows now why Khiran tried to steer her away — can see the mercy in it…Anna has always been limited to one place, one tragedy, at a time. Eira’s paths give her no such luxury. Every day leads her somewhere new. A new town. A new country.”

💔💔💔

“He would never forgive me. Do you understand how steep a price that becomes when we live as we do?”

Never becomes so much heavier when eternity is stretched out before you.

“War is a certainty that can’t be denied. It’s as inevitable as every other disaster that haunts humanity. Famine, pestilence, and war: Death’s favorite playthings.”

“Magic comes as a gift to some and poison to others. It has the power to darken hearts — make them greedy, make them cruel. And yet, in the same breath, it can help one reach their fullest potential.”

Khiran’s “fantastic” story about the ancient, magical tree who’s roots held the continents, the world together…the tree someone climbed for the first time after deciding what was offered at its base was not enough and discovered that its magic grew as he climbed higher…he found a fruit and ate it…he and the world changed forever.

Ask him if you’re both reborn from fruit gifted by the same tree.

“Did it hurt?”

“The most worthwhile things usually do, I think you’ll find that I would suffer it ten times over if it meant the same result.”

“Is that how you always knew where to find me?”

“I need only to look for the missing part of myself.”

And I am a puddle on the floor 🫠🥹🥰

“Stay. Don’t go.”

“Tonight.” A promise and a warning. Tonight, because always isn’t an option.

Khiran’s purpose/existence among the Gods is going to have a reveal and I know it’s going to break me.

These two have had a centuries long slow burn that is so heartbreaking and wholesome…ugh, this is going to destroy me.

“Wanted you for so long…I can’t remember what it feels like without you under my skin…how will I ever go on without wanting more of you?”

“Loving him came to her the way snow melts into creeks, then rivers, then oceans. Time has engraved him into her heart the way the rivers have carved canyons and glaciers have cut fjords.”

“Anna, you will be the death of me.”

“You can’t die.”

“Yet you’ll have me begging for it. What do the French call it again?”

“La petite mort.” (The little death)