Page 84 of Soul of Thorns
“She thinks she can gain the upper hand. Well, perhaps I’ve underestimated her after all. It’s time to change tactics.”
Caelynn
The voices of ancientpowers long absent from the land of the living bombard me. Soon, their words are like physical blows. Their breath harsh and commanding.
I push past them, forcing my way through the remnant of their magic.
You are nothing.
You are worthless.
You will fail.
“I am nothing,” I repeat. “I am worthless.” I agree. “But I will not fail.”
“Fight, my Caelynn,” my wraith says, his voice full of pride, his eyes full of sincerity. “You are worthy. You are powerful. You are the strongest fae I’ve ever encountered—and I’ve met many.”
Strong and stubborn and stupid. Yes, that is who I am at the very bones of my soul.
“Your life has been so hard, and you think that your stumbles mean you are weak, but it is quite the opposite. You have pushed through every obstacle. Even the most evil of monsters could not dull your brilliance.”
The mountain rumbles, stones bouncing with their laughter. Is the mountain itself laughing?
“The Night Terror has learned where you are,” Darren whispers.
“Good.” I am determined, and no spirit alive or dead, evil or good, will stop me.
I pick up speed, letting my wraith’s words fuel me. Letting my love for Rev push me further. Using my righteous anger over all the Night Bringer and Terror have done to me as support.
I may never undo it. I may never free myself from their clutches. I may never heal my broken soul or my broken nation.
But I will continue the fight I began when I was an adolescent. If I get the chance, I will kill them.
You cannot have me,I tell the Night Bringer inside my heart.
My magic purrs deep down, dimmer than before but still there.Believe what you like, child. You are mine for the taking.
