A Brief Moment Of Rationality From The Bird Place.

A brief moment of rationality from the bird place.

chapter 2 of castles crumbling (aka Tales from the Airport Bathroom extended version) now posted!

Chapter 2: Kingdom Dance is now up on AO3: READ HERE

WE ARE SO BACK BESTIES.

Summary:

Violet should already be dead. People whispered about her weak body and how she would never live up to her family's martial accomplishments. Violet rose above them all, however, fighting and killing to survive the Navarrian Intelligence Agency's brutal BASGIATH training protocol. Now, people whisper about Violet's swift ascension through the NIA's ranks as one of its most valuable operatives and assassins. The whispers don't matter to Violet: She has her own agenda, and it's a dangerous one - finding out what happened to her father.

But one mission changes everything: Suddenly, Violet finds herself in the crosshairs when she stumbles on information Navarre wants buried, and the country she fought for begins to turn on her. Violet knows too much, but she's determined to do what she does best: Survive. Her only hope is the son of the man who they say killed her brother, but their partnership is far from assured. Some grudges run deep, and trust is a currency too valuable to give freely. Xaden realizes Violet may be the key to everything, but with enemies seen and unseen closing in on all sides, the consequences of failure are deadly.

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“I know you Sorrengail – you won’t do anything to me, at least not today.” I bristle at how certain she sounds, yet I don’t move to prove her wrong. “If you decide to believe what I’ve told you, track down Fen’s son.”

I scrunch my eyebrows as I peer up at her. “Fen Riorson has a son?”

Devera laughs. “Oh yes. I think you’ll like him.”

I open my mouth to ask more, but Devera is already walking away. I don’t bother following her – I slipped a tracker in her pack when she picked up our drinks earlier. I have no doubt that she’ll find it soon, but at least it will give me an idea as to her direction when I inevitably decide to track her down again.

I turn my attention back to the small thumb drive resting on the table, my fingers tapping against the hardwood. I should destroy it. I should follow my orders. But I know I won’t. The entire reason I forced myself to stay alive against all odds was to find Dad. If this thumb drive can give me answers, or even set me on the right path to find them, then I don’t give a fuck what happens to me.

Slight treason it is.

It’s here! This chapter is heavy, and all the applicable warnings are in the chapter itself, so please review those if needed and be safe reading 🫶🏻

I shouldn’t be allowed to post after 9pm because I really should be in bed instead but I can’t stare at this one any longer without going insane so now it’s yours

I decided to crochet a little Andarna and now I'm racing to finish her before the next chapter comes out XD

Omg that sounds so cute, send me a pic if you want I’d love to see her!!! I can’t crochet for shit so the people who do all the little stuffed animals and stuff blow my mind

I’m going to put this down very gently in front of you and then run away