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31. Bad Press

مؤلف: Dakota Quinn
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(Morrison)

The gossip streams had called Maxine a social climber and a scandal. That was survivable. The moment they worked out she'd been feeding from me, it stopped being gossip and started being politics, and in Nachtigall my politics have always been my mother's business. 

Someone talked. Someone always talks. Especially if t

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  • The 200 Year Blood Swap   53. Pigs

    (Maxine)We did it where they'd done it.That was Ferren's idea, and the right one, though I didn't thank her. There's no gracious way to thank the woman who's arranged the most dangerous night of your life.The lab under the estate had been built for this two hundred years ago, by two people who wanted the same impossible thing we did. Ferren had spent a day turning Eveline and Cassian's old workspace into something that could hold what we were about to attempt. A ring of her own wardwork laid over the ancient stone. A single thread running out of it and up through the house to the room where my brother slept, a tether keyed to Theo's blood, thin as spider-silk and the whole reason we were down here."The tether holds as long as the resonance does," Ferren had

  • The 200 Year Blood Swap   52. Collateral

    (Morrison)"It isn't sentiment," Seraphine said. "It's a calculation. A hard one.""It's a calculation with a thumb on the scale." I didn't raise my voice. I learned that from her, of all people. "You've set his death down as certain and the breach down as certain, and neither one is. He might be saved. The door might never be opened by anyone. You've taken two maybes and called them settled, so that letting Theo die comes out looking like the sober, responsible choice instead of the thing it actually is.""Which is?" Seraphine asked."Collateral. You want me to agree that Theo is an acceptable loss. That the grown-up thing to do is stand here and let him finish dying so nothing has to change and nobody has to risk anything. And neither of you will name the part

  • The 200 Year Blood Swap   51. Choice

    (Morrison)The summons reached me at first light, keyed to my blood so it would open for no one else. When I broke the seal the working stood up off the page and put my mother in the room, or near enough. A sending. Her voice, the cold suggestion of her face, thrown four hundred miles across a hostile border into a Varco guest chamber she'd never once set foot in alive.She didn't ask how I was."You're considering a procedure that would make your bond with the Varco woman permanent. Don't waste breath asking how I know. Tell me instead whether you've thought past your own wants to what a permanent Concordance is."I said nothing, which she took as license to continue. She always does."A permanent bond is a permanen

  • The 200 Year Blood Swap   50. The Price of Help

    (Maxine)Ferren was waiting in the hall, and she wasn't wearing the grief face or the triage face. She had on the other one, the one I'd learned meant she'd found her way around a corner the rest of us hadn't reached yet."I've been reading what the two of you brought up from that lab," she said. "The dead couple did more than build the lock. They studied it from the inside. There are pages on entering a working like this through a compatible resonance. Cassian could map what Eveline had built without cutting it open, because his magic and her blood were keyed to each other. The way yours are."It took me a second. "You're saying Morrison and I could get inside the thing in Theo. See how it's put together?""See how it's built, yes. How it's keyed. Possibly how

  • The 200 Year Blood Swap   50. He’s dying

    (Maxine)I made it as far as the corridor before my legs stopped taking instructions.I'd done this. Me. I'd stood in that room and begged the one person who has never once refused me, and he'd opened a vein for my brother because I asked, and the whole time I'd been quietly congratulating myself on how honestly I'd asked. No seduction. No leverage. Look how much I've grown. And I had fed the thing that's killing Theo the best meal it has ever had.Ferren had said it plainly, the mercy stripped out for our own good. The feeding hadn't fought the Bloodlock. It had fed it. Every measure of Morrison's blood I'd talked him into, the lock had folded in and used to build itself thicker, and the stabilizing we'd all wept over for six shining minutes had been the sound of a trap getting a fresh coat of paint.

  • The 200 Year Blood Swap   49. His Blood

    (Morrison)So we did it the vampire way, which is to say he fed. A transfusion was my instinct, a mage's instinct, a tube and a measured drip, tidy and clinical and wrong for the body on the bed. Ferren corrected me without a word. Vampires don't take blood through a line. They drink it.I opened a vein into one of her shallow silver bowls, and she doled it out a mouthful at a time, reading her instruments between each one, ready to pull it the instant his body turned. Theo was too far gone to lift the bowl himself, so Maxine held it to his lips. There was nothing tender in it. Nothing of whatever the gossip streams would have built out of a vampire drinking down a Marwick prince. It was slow and grim and exact, a dying young man taking my blood a swallow at a time while a witch counted drops, and I stood over him with my sleeve shoved up and my own bl

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