He looked guilty, but only for a moment. “Really,” he said, “do I have to apologize to all of you, too?”
“No, of course not,” Filippa said, in a calm, even voice that distracted me from the sound of my own pulse in my ears. “Why would you? You’ve only interrupted our run, fucked up Gwendolyn’s blocking, forced Milo to break up a fight, possibly ruined a costume, maybe damaged the set, and injured one of our friends—not for the first time either. Now Oliver might have to learn all your lines and play your part and save the show when you inevitably fuck up again. And you have the balls to blame it on Meredith being a drama queen?” Her blue eyes were cold as frostbite. “You know, Rick, people aren’t going to put up with your bullshit for much longer.”
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Jude'un Cardan'ın mektuplarını okuyamadığı gerçeği...
“Didn’t you get my letters?”
“What?”
Cardan and Jude
Cardan'ın Jude için katil olmama yeminini bozması, I WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM
"He fought hard to keep you.”
“Cardan?” That doesn’t sound like him.
“Half my knights never made it out,” he informs me grimly.
Madoc and Jude
In the stories, the old fairy tales, a hero comes. But all my heroes are gone or dead. No one is coming for me.
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CARDAN QWERTYUIKJHGFDSERT678OLKHGFT890Ğ
“My king,” the door says fondly, its eyes opening.
Cardan smiles in return. “My door,” he says
They struck a blow against me here, and now it's my turn to strike back.
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In the pictures, tiny squares represent soldiers, but I see my brothers and Kilorn and everyone like them.
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Cardan’s fingers dig into my back. He’s trembling, and whether it is from
ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the
only solid thing in the world.
With my whole heart, I wish Cardan was here. I can almost imagine him
lounging on a chair, giving me pointers on speechmaking. It would have
annoyed me so much, and now, thinking of it, there’s a cold pit of longing
in my stomach.
I miss him, and the pain of it is a yawning chasm, one into which I yearn
to let myself fall.