Quicksilver (The Fae & Alchemy Series Book 1) by Callie Hart

Author:Callie Hart [Hart, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2024-06-04T00:00:00+00:00

The Darn began in the east as a spring, up in the Shallow Mountains, where the Gilaríen Fae and the Autumn Court presided. Everlayne had mentioned them in the library when she and Rusarius had been trying to educate me about the other courts' quicksilver pools. I hadn't been paying attention, of course. My mind had been fixed solely on how I was going to steal Fisher's pendant, so I'd retained very little of the information they'd imparted about the other courts.

I listened a little closer as Ren talked about the river, though.

“At first, it's just a small pool. As it travels down through the mountains, it gains momentum and gathers more water to it. There are plains a couple of hundred miles away where the Darn is over a league wide.” The general angled his sword over his head and charged, canines bared. It was a miracle that Carrion didn't shit his pants where he stood. I had never witnessed anything as terrifying as a blooded Fae warrior attacking at full speed, and I was willing to bet Carrion hadn't, either. To his credit, he managed to get his sword up just in time to block Ren's downward strike, though that was about it. Ren flicked Carrion's sword out of his hands and put him on his ass in the snow before he could blink a second time. I stifled a laugh as the male held out his hand, helping Carrion to his feet.

“You'll be laughing on the other side of your face soon.” Carrion used one hand to dust the snow off his pants and the other to flip me off. “It's almost your turn. My ass can't take much more of this.”

“I bet that's the first time you've said those words,” I called.

He stuck out his tongue like a petulant child. “I'm more of a giver than a receiver, actually.”

Ren clanged the end of Carrion's sword with his own. “Focus. You're dropping the blade the moment anything makes contact with it. Do that in a real fight, and you'll be dead in three seconds.”

Carrion spat, breathing heavily. It was freezing cold. Fresh flakes of snow skirled in the air, eddying in circles, but Carrion had shed his cloak half an hour ago, and his shirt was marked with sweat. Once, my insides would have stumbled over the way I could make out his muscled chest through the damp material. But that was before.

Before Fisher.

“I think it's safe to say that I wouldn't last longer than three seconds regardless of where I put my sword,” he panted. “You're a demon with that blade. Plus you're twice my size!”

“Oh, please. He's three times your size,” I said.

I was flipped off again.

“Your size could be your greatest advantage,” Ren advised. “You're smaller than me, so you could be quicker—”

“Hah! Please don't lie to me. You have Fae speed. I'm pretty light on my feet, but you...” Carrion shook his head in surrender.

Carrion was light on his feet. Despite my doubts,

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