Die." - Racath Thanjel
S.G. NightRachel snorted derisively. “You don’t seriously buy into all her prophetess hocus-pocus, do you?”
“I do, actually,” Notak said, frowning. “She is the augur, Rachel.”
“She’s exasperating!”
“She is eccentric,” Notak corrected. “And you would be too if you had lived the life she had.”
“She’s a whore!” Rachel spat, ignoring him.
Notak looked at her, plainly puzzled. “I am fairly certain that she is a virgin, actually.
This is not my story.
-The Penitent God
They were silent for a second. The whispers of the candlelight were the only sounds, and the light outside the window began to fade to night. After a moment, Rachel opened her eyes back up and looked down at her chest, lips pursed.
“Do I really have small breasts?”
Notak seemed to freeze solid in his chair. Stiffly, he turned his piercing blue eyes onto Rachel, his face intensely blank. “I do not how to answer that.”
She frowned at him. “Yeah, you probably aren’t the best person to ask…” she said, almost to herself.
“Indeed,” Notak said dubiously. “Do I even want to know what prompted such a question?”
Rachel shrugged and put her head back again. “No, not really.”
“I shall not ask, then.
Of course, the Genshwin are almost as enigmatic as our hero himself: they were some of the last Majiski, those who had managed to survive by taking up refuge in an underground fortress beneath Oblakgrad. Most of them were young, the children of those who had perished in the purges, too young to remember the times before the Wall. They were a secret, hidden from the Demons’ sight. They were assassins and spies, thieves and mercenaries — masters of shadow and steel.
-The Penitent God
Hmm,” Joseph shrugged. “Good point. Who needs a caravan guard when you’ve got a Genshwin?
S.G. NightDespite what you might think, they were comfortable there — the sleeping she-Majiski and the Elf with his book. It was completely normal to them. Rachel and Notak had a strange relationship. I won’t lie and say that I’ve ever understood it — I still don’t.
-The Penitent God
Mother of heaven…” Rachel breathed as she crouched next to Notak in the darkness of their roost across the street. “You said this place was guarded, not that it was entrenched. Faul, that’s not a warehouse, that’s a garrison that likes to hold crates in its spare time!
S.G. NightSomeone’s life is always in danger. That’s the nature of tyranny." -Mrak
S.G. NightAll that was left now was for him to get out, and for Rachel to kill Hammon.
She would have fun with that, Notak was sure of it. He was glad to let her have that little savage pleasure. He had no objection with her taking the blood onto her hands this time. Or any time. There was always plenty of blood to go around. And he didn’t want any more of it than was absolutely necessary.
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