and they gazed into battle, his thoughts like an army behind him, hers as a solid shield before him, and all he could think of was his hand on her neck, looking ahead at the time they didn’t have
What if I tell you what the rock and darkness and sea beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something - something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What did you wake that day in Hybern, Prince of Bastards? What came out was not what went in. How lovely she is - new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. A queen, as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise. Nesta. Nes-ta. How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta. What did she do, drowning in the ageless dark? What did she take?
What if I tell you what the rock and darkness and sea beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something - something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What did you wake that day in Hybern, Prince of Bastards? What came out was not what went in. How lovely she is - new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. A queen, as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise. Nesta. Nes-ta. How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta. What did she do, drowning in the ageless dark? What did she take?
Nesta in ACOSF if she’d gained weight and not lost it, and no — she wouldn’t lose it by the end of the book! Just wish more authors would let their traumatized characters gain weight. If I see any fat phobia on this post, you’re getting blocked
Nesta in ACOSF if she’d gained weight and not lost it, and no — she wouldn’t lose it by the end of the book! Just wish more authors would let their traumatized characters gain weight. If I see any fat phobia on this post, you’re getting blocked
