The Song of the Marked

You’re much nicer after you’ve had a near-death experience. You should almost die more often.

the closer i get to the end, the more i find myself wanting to go back to the beginning.

Luck was a lesser-spirit that only the lazy and the foolish prayed to.

Because nothing says friendship like being willing to murder on your behalf, right?

Perhaps this was simply how the world was, no matter what? An endless trading of places between the oppressors and the oppressed? The same song on repeat, with continuously rewritten lyrics…

You’re a rather…captivating combination of fearless and faint-hearted.

if one of us is going to volunteer to run into a terrifying abyss of darkness and death, then it goes without saying that we all will.

Her lip curled in annoyance. Not only had he shown up here and insisted on barging into her room, but he had also decided to look even better than usual while he did it. The audacity.

So he stayed. He didn't ask her to talk. Or eat. Or sleep. Or calm down. They simply existed in thee same space for a while; she was a ship drifting aimlessly about, and he was the lighthouse that she occasionally found herself looking for when she needed to see something real. Something solid. An anchor

Don’t get shot with the arrows,” muttered Zev. “Solid advice.

I’m done for now.” “Good-night, Thorn.” “Good-night, my wheelbarrow warrior.

Do you have to start some sort of argument with everyone you meet?” “Yes,” she snapped, purely for the sake of being argumentative.

So what do I do if that wolf comes back? Just pick up your weak, corpse-like body and fling it at the thing’s feet so you can use your magic on it?

Of course,” he said, marking his page by turning down the corner of it, which made Cas cringe.

But the increasing number of cases on those border cities near The Between is…concerning to the rulers of that southern empire.