Curse of Darkness by Bec McMaster
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
“Thiago slowly smiles as he plucks at the buttons on his wrist, and carefully rolls his sleeve back, like a gentleman preparing for a ball.
“Would you care to dance again, Great Enryathan?”
“My territory,” the wyrm hisses. It bares its teeth, its forked tongue flickering between them.
Thiago’s face remains cold and expressionless. “My wife.”
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“The middle of the night is not the correct time to start playing a game of hide and seek in the parking lot,” he told her. “And if I tell you to come to me, then you damn well come to me. You do not run off, laughing.”
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“Hush, now.” He traces his piece of charcoal carefully over the marble. “There’s no rushing good art.” By the time he climbs down, Malakhai is sporting a rather ridiculous mustache.”
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“Every night I dreamed of you. Every day I begged for the chance to see your face one last time. I had nothing of you. No locket. No strand of hair. Nothing but my memories. It wasn’t enough. I’ve been starving for you, Vi. Desperate to taste you again, to kiss you, to hold you in my arms….”
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“And then I turn to the tree.
“Fuck you, you bitch,” I tell her, hoping she can hear me even as I set the flame to her roots. “You think you’ve won? I will take everything you ever denied me. I will take your throne. I will take your daughter. And I will burn everything you ever touched to the ground.”
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