Mortality Bites Box Set [Books 1-6] by Vance Ramy

Author:Vance, Ramy [Vance, Ramy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Keep Evolving Studios
Published: 2019-04-14T04:00:00+00:00

It’s Beginning to Feel a Lot like Christmas

All I wanted was time alone to … what? Wallow in self-pity? Contemplate the nature of my possibly missing soul? Or perhaps remain undistracted as I incessantly worried whether this emptiness would ever be filled?

OK, time alone wasn’t the best thing for me right then. Maybe what I needed was a distraction, something to get my mind off things. But given all I was going through, that “something” would have to be pretty all-consuming.

And just as that thought ran through my mind, an answer to my all-consuming desire entered the room: Deirdre, my changeling roommate.

She walked in swooning like a princess in a musical. “I can’t believe it,” she said with a gleam in her eyes that betrayed unfettered joy.

Good for you, Deirdre. Bitch, I thought before immediately scolding myself. Just because I was depressed didn’t make it OK for me to hate my roommate for her ear-to-ear smile, the skip in her step, and the—oh, screw it. I was jealous.

Before my thoughts ran down the path of irreversible rage, she said—or rather, practically sang, “The bestest thing ever is happening.”

“Let me guess, Ryan Reynolds has finally agreed to marry you?”

She paused, narrowing her eyes as she assessed my joke. When her changeling brain finally comprehended that I was teasing her, she walked over to her poster of Ryan Reynolds and gently touched his cheek. Good for her—she was finally getting human humor.

“You are right to mock me, milady,” Deirdre said. “Ryan Reynolds coming to profess his love would be the bestest thing ever. As a result, I must adjust my statement to: The second bestest thing ever is happening.”

So much for Deirdre getting human humor, or any kind of humor. “OK,” I said, “I’ll bite. What is the second bestest thing ever to happen?”

“The FSA is hosting a Christmas event, the—”

“Sorry to interrupt, but did you say ‘the FSA?’ ”

“Yes milady, the FSA—the Fae Students’ Association. They are throwing an event to honor the work of Professor Oighrig End. The event will be held at Douglas Hall and shall last from December 23rd until the 26th.”

“Three days?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll be sleeping there?” I said, really hitting the words you and there hard. I wasn’t going to tell her I thought that was ridiculous. I was going to let my tone do it.

“Yes, if we sleep,” she said, oblivious to my admonishing tone.

“Wow,” I said, popping my eyes. If she didn’t get my tone, I was hoping she’d clue in to my facial expressions.

“I know,” she said, mimicking my popping eyes. So much for facial subtlety. “I, too, was disappointed by the brevity of the event. Normally the UnSeelie Court would honor one such as he for three hundred years, not three days. But alas, now that we are all mortal we must truncate our celebrations.”

“And this is at Douglas Hall, you said?” It was more a rhetorical question than actually fishing for more information. But alas, Deirdre’s conversational deficiencies were not limited to missing humor, tone and facial expressions.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.