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“Adrian, why are you looking at me like that? “I’m your friend. Of course I want what’s best for you. “Have you forgotten how badly I was hurt saving you? “I risked my life for you. “Don’t tell me you don’t trust me. “Claire is trying to turn us against each other. Don’t fall for it.” Conflict flickered across Adrian’s face. Deep down, he knew the truth. If Vanessa hadn’t tempted him with that medal, he would have rescued his parents in time. But emotionally, he still couldn’t bring himself to blame her. She was his best friend. Then several military officers entered the funeral hall. After saluting Richard, one of them produced an arrest warrant. “Adrian Cole. Vanessa Tate. “You violated em

The silver vials of her suppressant medicine sat untouched on the mahogany table, glowing with a soft, mocking light. "She is twenty-four years old." The Priestess's voice trembled, caught between fear and fury. "In less than thirteen days, the manifestation begins. If she is not in the Harvest Cradle when the sun hits the center of the Great Gear, our ancestors' sacrifices will be for nothing. We will remain mortal. We will wither. We will die." Valerius turned. His eyes burned with a cold, desperate light. "She has not been taken to the Fallen's realm yet. The Reaper is smart, but his life brand is leaking." He paused, his jaw tightening. "He is taking her to the Forbidden Marches. He is t

“Victory built on unwilling sacrifice is not victory. It is theft. It is murder dressed in rhetoric. The god of wisdom asks what may be sacrificed for victory and what must never be. I say this: the only thing you have the right to sacrifice is yourself. Your comfort. Your safety. Your life, if you choose. But never another’s. Never the innocent’s. Never the outcast’s, simply because their blood is cheaper than yours and their screams don’t reach your ears.” I looked up at the judges’ platform. At the masks that hid their reactions. “I died once,” I said again, and my voice had dropped to something lower, older, the particular register of the Revenant who remembered the grave. “I will not di

“Why did she sacrifice her?” Ismene’s delicate face contorted into a vicious scowl. A light flared to life within the pits of her eyes, one that instantly set me on edge. For the first time since meeting her, I was reminded that as kind as Ismene was, she was an immortal Goddess. “Rhetta’s sacrifice was to recreate something precious—something only a select few ever get to experience. It was meant to be a distraction, I assume.” Her voice turned bitter, “Can you believe that? A Goddess reduced to little more than a parlor trick.”

"You took Harrison's peace of mind and called it necessary. You took Victor's father's freedom for eight months and called it strategy. You took a young woman's sister and called it leverage. And every single time, you told yourself it was all in service of some grand design, when really, it was always about one woman who told you no a century ago and never let you forget it." "You don't get to speak to me about sacrifice, Augustin. I have watched what real sacrifice costs, up close, more than once tonight. A man gave his own strength for a child he'd only just learned to love properly. A woman gave everything she had left to shield a baby who isn't even hers by blood. That's sacrifice. What

“Well played Fire Witch. But as much as I like to fuck with you, this is the only way. Unless, of course, you'd rather sacrifice someone after all.” She swallowed heavily. She had no choice but to believe it. “Fine. Tell me how it works then.” The demon sneered. "It would be much easier if I showed you." She stepped back from it as it advanced toward her. “There’s no way in hell I will taint myself with you more than is necessary.” It stopped and laughed. "As much as I would love nothing more than to feel the Prince squirm while I fuck his precious darling right here and now, it would negate the point of the sacrifice."

I demanded. She looked at me, and I saw the answer in her eyes before she spoke. "I'm saying I'll be the sacrifice. Me and Sophie, the girl Victoria kidnapped. We'll both go willingly. Two lives given freely to save the others." "No!" I roared. "Absolutely not! I won't let you…" "It's not your choice," Thelma interrupted. "The Guardian said the sacrifice must be willing. Well, I'm willing. I've died seven times before trying to save you, Xavier. What's one more?"

I want to live. “This selfishness will lead you nowhere. True salvation is in sacrifice and selflessness. Sacrifice yourself, Zeve. Then you will be honoured and praised even after you die. No one will hate you. Sacrifice yourself. That is your destiny, Zeve. Stop trying to swim and submit yourself to me…” I felt a hand slither from my belly to my chest to my neck. It was warm and gentle. The other hand wrapped around my hip. ‘Who are you?’ His embrace was warm in that freezing sea.

She roared with the effort, her form flickering wildly between girl and shadow. Clack. The drawer pulled open. Inside was a single, yellowed folder labeled: VANCE – TOTAL FORFEITURE. Elara grabbed it. The paper felt solid, heavy, and real. As she opened it, a gust of cold wind swept through the office, knocking books off the shelves. Inside the folder was the original contract. But the ink was moving. The words were rewriting themselves in real-time. “The Sacrifice is rejected. The Debt is transferred to the blood of the father.”

“We have to move. Now.” But Elara couldn’t move. The creature was looking at her. Not Kael. Not Dain. Her. “You are the one,” it murmured, tilting its head unnaturally. The cavernous black pits where its eyes should have been locked onto hers. “The heart. The key. The sacrifice.” A violent shudder coursed through her body. Sacrifice. The word rang in her mind like a tolling bell, dredging up pieces of the prophecy she had fought so hard to ignore.