"...all ended with her eyes, hell, purgatory, paradise."
Book one: She's no angel, he's no saint.
Book two: Half my soul.
Book three: Dark paradise.
Book four: Tattered wings.
You were the shadow to my light Did you feel us Another start You fade away Afraid our aim is out of sight Wanna see us Alive Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now Was it all in my fantasy Where are you now Were you only imaginary Where are you now Atlantis Under the sea Under the sea Where are you now Another dream The monsters running wild inside of me I'm faded I'm faded So lost I'm faded These shallow waters, never met What I needed I'm letting go A deeper dive Eternal silence of the sea I'm breathing Alive Where are you now Where are you now Under the bright But faded lights You set my heart on fire Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now Atlantis Under the sea Under the sea Where are you now Another dream The monsters running wild inside of me I'm faded I'm faded So lost I'm faded
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Tolya Yul-Bataar was a giant, one among the largest people she'd ever seen. He was Shu with dark hair, bronze skin and golden eyes. The Shu's we're proud people, yet their loyalty lies with the Taban crown. Only a handful of Shu's stray away and it was hardly heard of, in all her travels—this was a first for Aeolian to meet a Shu loyal to someone else.
As they board the whaler she was engulfed in a wall of stench—not the usual ship smells of bilge and fish and bodies, but something far worse.
She gagged and clamped her mouth shut, inhaling the perfume from her wrists. "What is that?"
"Blood, bone, rendered blubber," said Tolya. "You get used to it."
"You get used to it," she retorted.
She didn't want to get used to it, they were supposed to be on Sturmhond's ship for weeks. He was a Ravkan privateer and a smuggler, infamous for breaking the Fjerdan blockade and for the fortune he'd made capturing enemy ships.
Sturmhond appeared smiling pleasantly. "Amazing how quickly a ship feels crowded, no?"
He was tall, red haired, muddy green eyes, a nose that looks as if it has been broken and badly set several times, and an overly pointy chin; he looked like a fox in a way. And was five to six years older than she was. He wore leather breeches, a brace of pistols at his hips, and a bright teal frock coat with gaudy gold buttons and enormous cuffs. It belonged in a ballroom or on an opera stage, not on the deck of a ship.
