What surprised her was that Bendihollow didn’t have a town center. It was all outskirts.
Surely their father wouldn’t be so callous as to leave his son an heir to his own devices.
Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
She wasn’t the Marchess Cordelia Maripose Heartsalve Bellarin here. She was Delia the Maid
Spitebane chafed at the rear. He was far more used to charging in to the thick of battle and letting his men take care of everything else.
You put your lips on mine, Kosh thought. You gave me your breath, only to take it away again.
I have Corona, so my brain is not exactly up to snuff.
“FOR WHITEKEEP AND GLORY,” he yelled, charging into the deep of it. “FOR BLOOD AND SNOW!”
“For fuck’s sake,” grumbled one of the adventurers in his wake.
If anyone found out about him being down to his loincloth in the presence of a Lady, it would be utterly scandalous.
Good news, bad news, good news, bad news… Cordelia recalled a children’s book… with an optimist and a pessimist…