Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
She didn’t know if that was better or worse.
His smile was slight. Neither do I. Maybe we’ll be happy in knowing that it is.
“What is definitely magical, however,” he said, “is the…link you have with the wylds. I intend to restore balance with you, and the wylds must feel that, in the same way that the darkrend feared it. You’ll notice it was only interested in you, the darkrend. The rest of my Fallen were at their windows, looking on, and though it noticed them, it didn’t seek them out. It only sought you. This realm feels your presence. You are more than a mere Chester now, little dove. More than even a magical human. In this realm, you will hold the power of a god.”
Yeah, but…a power she couldn’t use herself. What good was that? A power that would destroy her. The old adage “be careful what you wish for” could not be truer. Could she have a do-over and grab the necromancer magic, maybe?
She shivered, but lifted her chin. The chessboard was set. He needed to free himself of the Obsidian Court, and he needed her help to do it. Fine.
She held out her hand. He took it in confusion.
“Teammates again, it seems,” she said.
His brow cleared. In his travels, he’d somehow missed the human custom of “shaking on it.”
“Yes. We work together. We trust each other. We survive. For a while, anyway.”
“I still intend to be the one to kill you in the end, not the other way around. Just so you know. I have vengeance to claim. I hold a grudge.”
“I’d expect no less,” he murmured, tracing his thumb across her skin. “The fates chose perfectly in you. Life pressed upon you, but could not break you. Your past would’ve destroyed most, but in you, from the pressure emerged a glimmering, shining diamond. Who knows, maybe you will best this power after all. If there is anyone who could keep from breaking, it is you, little dove.”
“And if there is anyone who can swindle the gods, it’s going to have to be you.”
Yes. And now…the games must begin. The fate of Faerie is in our hands.
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