Ellery leaned into her, hands clasped under her own chin, her tail gently swaying behind her, “Then let me form my own opinion of it.”
Desdemona thought for just a moment, then shook her head, causing the loose strap of her helm to slap against the outer coil of her horns. “I don’t even like you going to Prism Falls. That place is filthy and overrun with fae.”
"We only have two options. And either way, both have something to lose."
"I see..then...i will bet my life for the best plan you have."
From chapter 2 of "OVERHAUL"
https://tapas.io/series/Overhaul-New-novel-series
“How are we supposed to get there?” Jaison asked.
Jerric grinned. “Oh. You haven’t met her flying bull yet, have you?”
“We can beg them to... they cannot possibly be so heartless.” Rubia sniffed.
“Their price will be too high.” Dainzel said sadly. “That is if they even consent to help.”
Episode 8
Haan's Heart:
"Ryatt…we’re out of time," I said carefully while scrutinizing Ryatt's adorable but impassive face. His brow was scrunched up as if troubled. After all, the more robust he became, the closer Micayle was to death! I could sense that his aversion to my suggested discourse was very real. Ryatt was utterly unwilling to stain or ruin Micayle with his own hands, even if it meant letting her die. Admirable as I found this to be, it left us with no solution. Was there another option other than watching Micayle die in his arms? I pleaded once more, against my better judgment, "If we don’t do something soon, what’s going to happen to Micky? Just…just do it, Lucky. Better you than that creep, Lucci. I’m sure Micky would agree, right?"
"How could she possibly agree? Don’t you know she likes Axel? If I…she’ll never, ever forgive me for that, I’m sure she’d rather die! Besides, you don’t know this, but I have a fiancé. My mom would flip. I…I can’t, Haan. I don’t even know how to do that, even if I wanted to." Ryatt rejected once more. From his resolute eyes, I knew he definitely wouldn’t do what I suggested.
“Let us pray that is so.” Hari sighed. “And also for Sora, though we know not what we can do for her.”
“She sleeps now, but I fear she will not survive the night.” Rubia replied as fresh tears trickled down her pale face.
Episode 3
The third party threat to their “fun” having left, dad and Frank got right back to bickering. “And your sword! Your sword, Frank! You may feel bad for my son, but I sure feel bad for anyone you marry in the future. Your sword is so small, I doubt you’ll have the prowess to defend your wife and kids from any threats.”
Frank shot back- “It’s not the size that matters man, it’s how you use it. My swordsmanship is leagues above you, Michie boy.” He thrust his longsword through the air a couple of times, miming stabs and parries.
“I’m glad to see you think so highly of us.” Zahra giggled before saying in a motherly tone, “Now, get out of those pajamas and put these on.” She handed us a new set of clothes. I stared at the gray t-shirt and black pants—thankful that Owyn’s clothes were not flashy. “And for the love of the deities, Aryan. Please do not allow Lady Samara to be caught in the same clothes for more than a few days. She is a goddess.”
“Heh.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll make sure to put it on the top of my to do list.”
“You’re going to want to wake up…” She told me in a sing-songy way.
“Unless someone is dying, I’m never waking up.” I spoke into my pillow.
“I don’t care what I am.” Arden said softly. “I want you to be well again.”
“I will be, dear heart.” Sora’s amber eyes glazed. “But not here in this... this form...”
“No!” Arden shook his head. “You cannot, you must not.”
“I will die too, my love, if I remain here any longer.” Sora struggled between gasps. “I must return to where I belong.”
“It’s really taro, the itchy plants? It doesn’t hurt you at all, Baibai?” asked Wenwen.
“It doesn’t! Really, try it Uncle Wen! Yiyi and dad try it too!”
Nori takes a sip of his tea. “Let’s just say…she put a spell on him, and it is still active.”
Bando laughs out loud. “Oh, so we have a dragon under a spell. Is this a kid’s fairy tale? If that’s the case, why can’t she find him?”
“I hate you...” I mutter. Freaking me out like that...
“It didn’t stop you the first time. Laila Ratnik, will you marry me?” He opens his palm and my mouth parts in a gasp.
“What are we going to do now?” Yuma was asking Arden.
The handsome man that Arden had now become looked tired and worn as he lifted his enormous hammer off the ground and walked away from the blazing pyre.
“We rebuild Anglathe.” He said sullenly. “I will ask the Diabane to help us.” And he held high his hammer and was gone in a flash of brilliance.
“Yes, but…” I just couldn’t look away. “What is that man? The one with the green skin.” I asked, pointing at him.
Aryan’s jaw ticked, but still, he indulged me. He looked towards the man as he said, “It’s a person, obviously. Let’s go.”
“Whoa!” Des cheesed. “Look at you. You seem to be a pro.” She said, downing her second one in a matter of moments.
“What can I say, I’m letting loose!” I grinned. “If I can’t do that much on my birthday, then what can I do?”
“Come walk with me, over by the Bubbling Stream.” Maedra looked to the east.
“Is something amiss?” Her sister was concerned. “Other than all of this, I mean.”
“Why? Searched for fancy porny-horny?” The neighbor purred slyly.
“What? No! How did you find out?” Chris admitted, confused. He decided that at his age, it would be weirder to be ashamed of porn than not.
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“You sound like what I used to, Mae, before all of this happened.” Yuma tried to laugh but she failed miserably.
“I know it’s hard for you to hear this, and even harder for me to say it.” Maedra held her younger sister by the shoulders. “But I must... I am leaving, Yuma... I am leaving Anglathe. Perhaps forever.”
“Thanks to you, we are languishing. The Lodge is running dry.”
Tristan flinched again, eyes closing tightly, nostrils flaring, “Good. I hope it burns.”
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