He’d been told the truth before, but he’d been eighteen when it was brought home in all its bloody glory. He’d been eighteen when it all began. He’d been eighteen when it ended. He’d been eighteen when he denied all he was meant to be. He’d been eighteen when he died. The alarm blipped and the ri...
As Custodes Noctis it was his right and duty to send his brother to the Other World when mortally wounded. Rob knew that he would die shortly after, it was the way of the Custodes Noctis: the psychic bond they shared could not bear the break for long and the surviving brother would die—sometimes ...
He never weeded the garden in the sense most people would, he just coaxed the plants up and moved them to a different area. One person’s weed was someone else’s medicinal or magical plant. He still laughed at the memory of Flash’s discovery of the carefully tended patch of dandelions. Even after ...