Novel & Cerita Fourth Wing Spice Level

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.

And so, together in the fighting pit, they had spent hours trying to create wings of fire and vast explosions of flame. It had taken more than a dozen times of practice, of sweat, tears and creative swearing on Sephora's part before she'd even managed to create a single wing of fire from her back. It was an art, to try and form those wings of fire - and they weren't small wings either. The were great, sweeping wings of red and gold flame that took up the entire Assembly room. The sweat that now dripped down Sephora's back, was not from the heat, but from the concentration it took to keep those wings formed on her back. But with her new lease of power from her reborn soul as the Pheonix, it w