When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Sighing Alina crossed her arms at Gideon's question. "I needed a piece of every race--hair, blood, that sort of thing--clippings from the wings of a Fae, and the branch from a Wicker Woman." Her jaw feathered with tension. "I need something from an Ascended and maybe from an Accepted. And the branch." She shook her head, hunching slightly.
Snorting, she narrowed her eyes at him. "So you don't know everything about the gods." She laughed a little, though there was absolutely no mirth or joy in it.
Clearing her throat, she met his gaze. "I agree the threat the Ascended pose to the world needs to be curtailed." She inclined her head towards him.
Snorting, she narrowed her eyes at him. "So you don't know everything about the gods." She laughed a little, though there was absolutely no mirth or joy in it.
Clearing her throat, she met his gaze. "I agree the threat the Ascended pose to the world needs to be curtailed." She inclined her head towards him.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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