He scanned his surroundings: huge slab-sided walls made from granite, a series of gateways interspersed by courtyards, designed to block the progress of rioting prisoners. Dimarius shook his head at the tall warrior who was staring in horror and grief at the corpses surrounding them. Sentenced to life in the squalor of Hell’s Keep, punishment for an atrocity he didn’t commit, the once legendary commander is all but forgotten. And I’m daily in my Discord chatting with pack members, this is also where you’ll get updates from me on when things are happening around the interwebs, including if there’s a change in the Twitch stream schedule. The drugs he had smuggled bought him eyes in darkened corners of the gaol, just as they had done over a year ago whilst he was investigating the murders outside Stravimon’s Court of Sighs.

He assessed that the most powerful faction was that run by a figure known as Hell’s King: a brooding, serious man, apparently, who dealt both mercy and punishment equally, swiftly and, often, violently. None of Landril’s hastily constructed network of informants could give him a description of the man or point him out in the yard. Bash is leaning against the wall just inside the doorway and light from the hall outlines him in flickering gold.As their feet whispered along the ancient stone, there came the chatter of women’s voices from hidden alcoves, utterances of prayer or readings of arcane texts.

From her bedroom window, with the breeze brushing against her face, Elysia watched the spectacle with a frown on her face, wondering if it signified anything meaningful. As I reach for my favorite bottle, I look up in the mirror and catch the Darling staring at me in the reflection. I get why Winnie has her mother’s last name, as her mother was unmarried but the rest I’m like “really 200 years and the last name didn’t change once? This book is the same thing, but Winne has no idea what he needs her for since her mother never remembered her time with Peter Pan and Lost Boys.Both his eyes are black and the blackness of the shadow is filling his veins, surging around his eyes like a writhing mask. Landril took one lingering look at freedom before being pushed with the others through the gateway of hell. Winnie grew up with a prostitute mother, who has been telling her for years that Peter Pan will break her, and has more or less abused her by having people carve symbols into her body and perform various rituals that should prevent Pan from getting Winnie. We have hundreds of bottles of liquor that are lined up on the shelf in front of a wall of mirrors patinaed with age and cracked by carelessness. She cuts out a bite with the fork and when she puts it in her mouth, her eyes widen and a little moan escapes her.

My husband says I would leave him a heartbeat for a vampire that looked like Spike or Angel (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer) or Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries.As power shifts on the island and shadows are claimed, all five of us have to let go of who we were, if we have any chance of becoming who we are destined to be. Elysia squeezed the stone and muttered the chant in an ancient, Fourth Era tongue, trying her best to remember the forms of words that were no longer spoken beyond the bridges of Jarratox. When the sun can kill you and pirates are hunting you and your magic is fucking waning, all you have left are blades.

Witchstones, the source of the witches’ power, the various colours used for different spells and ready to be mined by the younger girls, who would abseil safely under the protection of numerous wards. Both he and the prisoner were of similar, muscular proportions underneath their loose grey tunics, bodies honed to perfection by years of campaigns, and both were scarred enough to show they knew their way around a fight. Across the way she could see where the cliff face was alight with the glimmer of gemstones in the soft afternoon light.I take a hit from the cigarette, let the smoke leak out before sucking it back in with a deep inhale. I take the Darling up the wide staircase, hand trailing along the carved banister to keep me upright. It made Elysia more determined than ever to spend time practising the more physical arts, lest she turn into someone like Yvindris.