── hünnap .✦
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pes edeyim deme—
yolun daha var
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
When I was delivered, a boy, he plucked me from her arms and handed me to a nurse. In pity, the midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.
emory diye agliyorum.
Crooked smile slid over the boy’s mouth. He lunged for the bed—landing on Ravyn so hard it tossed the wind from his lungs. He groaned, mussing his brother’s dark hair. “You’re better.”
“I am. Three taps of that new Card, and look”—Emory reached out, pressing his bare palm against Ravyn’s cheek—“I can touch people. No visions. No magic. Blissful nothingness. Fit as a fucking fiddle.”
Jespyr feigned a gasp. “Emory. You can’t talk that way in front of the King.”
Emory jumped from Ravyn’s bed. Curtsied with an invisible skirt and bowed before Elm. “Apologies, Your Holiness.”
“It’s Highness, you little—”
