
Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)

We were all so ridiculously fucked. “You do get used to it, y'know,” Lorreth said conversationally. “That overwhelming sense of impending doom. Eventually, it becomes background noise. You don't even notice it at all.”
Callie Hart • Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)
What's more important? The relics for your people, or whatever sick pleasure you seem to derive from keeping me at your beck and call?”
Callie Hart • Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)
Everything I do is for him.”
Callie Hart • Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)
Kingfisher remained focused on his breakfast. He didn't say a word when Everlayne approached and stood next to him at the head of the table. He just growled. “And you wonder why Belikon calls you a dog,” she said.
Callie Hart • Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)
When he was done puking, Carrion flopped onto his back and fixed me with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn't...fucking...dare.”
Callie Hart • Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)
“Should we, uh...knock?” An arrogant smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. “Sure,” he said, as if this was a charming suggestion made by a single-brain-celled idiot. A second later, he slammed the sole of his boot against the wood, and then the door was on the ground in pieces. “Knock knock.” He stepped to one side, holding his hand out in a
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I jerked when he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.”
Callie Hart • Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)
Everlayne had been waiting for me when I returned to my room yesterday. She hadn't banked on Kingfisher kicking in my bedroom door, me thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and wailing like a banshee. Nor had she expected his ultra-foul temper, his split bottom lip, or the thin line of blood trickling down his chin. She'd squawked when h
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“Good.” I flipped the sword and handed it to him. “Then give it a name and let's go.” The evening was almost here, and the others were waiting for us. Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.” “Simon?”