When the Moon Hatched by Sarah A. Parker

Alisha Eadle
May 15
19 min read

When the Moon Hatched

by Sarah J. Parker

Published by Harper Collins

Book 1 in the Moonfall Series

The Creators did not expect their beloved dragons to sail skyward upon their end. To curl into balls just beyond gravity’s grip, littering the sky with tombstones. With moons.

They certainly did not expect them to fall.

As a valued Elding Blade of the rebellion group Fíur du Ath, Raeve’s job is to kill. To complete orders and never get caught. When a renowned bounty hunter is employed by The Crown to capture a member of the Ath, Raeve’s world is turned upside down. Blood spills, hearts break, and Raeve finds herself at the mercy of the Guild of Nobles—a group of dual-beaded elementals who intend to turn her into a political statement. Only death will set her free.

Crushed beneath a mourning weight, Kaan Vaegor took the head of a king and donned his melted crown. Now on a tireless quest to assuage the never-ebbing ache in his chest, his hunt for a moonshard lures him into the belly of Gore’s notorious prison where he stumbles upon something that rips apart his perception of reality. A shackled miracle with eyes full of rage and blood on her hands.

The echo of the past sings louder than the Creators themselves, and even Raeve can’t ignore the truths blaring at her from a warmer, happier time.

However.

There’s more to this song than meets the eye, and some truths …

They’re too poisonous to swallow.

Genre

#FantasyRomance

Triggers

Violence, Assassination, Murder, Imprisonment, Torture, PTSD from past trauma, Memory Loss

Even if I hadn't seen all the hype over this book on #booktok and #bookstagram, I would have been drawn to it because of the beautiful cover art. The inside of the book is just as beautiful, if I am to be honest.

Lucky for me, the contents of this book is just as beautiful on the outside.

Sarah A. Parker created an intriguing fantasy world. I honestly loved it. While there are a lot of things similar to our world, when it comes to weather, temperatures, and time, the words are different. Sarah added a glossary to the beginning of the book, however, which made this new world much easier to navigate and understand.

It was also essential to keeping track to the characters - because there were a few names that were just a little too similar.

A big part of this world is the dragons. The lore behind the dragons, specifically. The way people get a dragons in this world is so interesting and unique. It's an honor only a few have, because of how dangerous it is, which makes is all the more interesting to read.

I love the bond between dragon and rider, and that the dragons are not mindless. The bond between them solely depends on the rider. Loyalty is not a given.

One of my favorite things, however, it how some dragons die. I know that is weird. But the dragons who choose to die for whatever reason, and fly up in the sky, curl up in a ball, and turn to stone, and become a sort of moon ... it's rather beautiful.

The world wasn't the only thing I loved about this book. I also loved the characters.

Especially Raeve. While her stubbornness got in the way of the romance more than I would have liked, I loved it as well. Her attitude and sense of humor was totally crass, and her inner monologue's and banter with other characters added a level of humor I was not expecting in this book.

If that wasn't enough of a reason to like her, she is easily one of the most deeply layered characters in the book. The mystery behind her character keeps you hooked to the very last page - and while we get some answers, there is still a lot more to go.

Especially when it comes to The Other. I'm pretty sure I know who this Other is, but I'm curious if other's are thinking along the same line as me. I will post my thoughts below.

I loved Kaan. He is so gruff, but it seems to come from his heartbreak and anger over what happened in the past. His love for Raeve is just so genuine, that I felt it even when he isn't being the nicest. My only wish, is that he had a little more to him. I think we will. His role in this book was more singular because he needed to be. He needed to bring Raeve closer to the truth.

Kaan and Raeve's banter back and forth at the beginning is honestly amazing. It was honestly funny. Their bond at the end is beautiful and heartbreaking, because Kaan loves her so much he is willing to let her go if that makes her happier.

It took me a bit to get into When the Moon Hatched, but when I did, I was hooked. I honestly can't wait to read the next book in the series when it comes out at the end of the year. If you haven't read this book yet, and are thinking about it, I promise you won't regret it.

Theories

I really only have one. And it all has to do with The Other. I honestly think it's her dragon that past. Due to the deep bond she had with her, I think when she died, she somehow manifested again in Raeve's body.

One of these aurora cycles, I'm going to be forced to bite my tongue so hard I sever the tip. I'm sure of it. The fact that it's still attached is a fucking miracle.

Clode's such a crazy, spiteful bitch.

I love her.

Sadness is like stones that stack inside you, making it harder to move. Ignorance is my self-preservation tonic, and I'll swear by it until I die.

Raeve: "Looks tedious."

Ruse: "I want to impale myself with this quill,"

she mutters, then corks the bottle she's currently filling and places a lid on the bowl.

Ruse hums, gaze still skimming uo the script.

Ruse: "Can't help with whatever's supposed to be beneath the splat of blood," she murmurs, lifting her hand to scratch at it.

Ruse: "Messy job?"

Raeve: "Unfortunately."

I shrug.

Raeve: "He was a squirter."

You can reshape a turn an infinite number of times, but it's still a turd.

It still stinks.

She paces toward me, lowering into the plump purple throne on her side of what I consider our makeshift barricade, folding her hands together atop the desk.

Sereme: "I wanted to make sure you received my parchment lark."

Raeve: "Is the mission complete?"

I ask, brow arched.

Sereme: "No confirmation yet. I mean the one I sent last cycle, just before the aurora fell."

Fresh orders.

Lovely.

My interest dissolves, stare cast on my nails again, digging out more filth.

Sereme: "Must've gotten lost. Perhaps it'll circle back 'round once I've slept, as they often do. So considerate. You should take notes."

I sense her simmering frustration like a welling storm cloud that clots up the air with a static charge.

Still, I flick.

Flick.

Sereme: "Funny how you're the only one who has trouble receiving my larks."

Raeve: "One of the world's great phenomena."

Sereme: "Are you going to tell me how to do my job again, Raeve?"

It's getting old for me, too.

Raeve: "And what do you do for the cause?"

I ask, brow raised.

Raeve: "Besides sucking the Elding's metaphorical cock."

Her cheeks flush, painted lips falling open. Not that any words come out.

My brows bump up.

Not so metaphorical, it seems.

Essi: "No spangle poo?"

I blink at her.

Raeve: "I'm sorry, what?"

Essi: 'From Yeskorn, the Undercity librarian. He's got a pet spangle. Is it in your pocket? Please tell me it's in your pocket."

Raeve: "There's no shit in my pocket, Essi."

She collides with the floor beak-first, and I flinch.

Fuck.

I scramble up and dash to her, swooping her into my palm.

Raeve: "Nee, I really wish you'd stop doing this ..."

She jerks, flipping onto her back, baring three beautifully scrawled letters visible on her abdomen, the rest of her message tucked within the darts of her streamlined body.

nee.

I cut her an incredulous glare, unimpressed by the not-so-subtle nudge for me to unfold her.

Raeve: "You know, of all the tricks you use to get me to read you, this is my least favorite,"

I mutter, waiting for her to move again. To dart back into the air and burn off the energy she's built up while I've been out.

Nothing.

Raeve: "I'm serious."

I jiggle my hand.

Raeve: "You look dead. Stop it."

Still, she doesn't move.

I blow on her. Again.

Again.

My heart crimps.

Raeve: "Nee -"

She waggles her parchment tail, and all the breath shoves from my lungs as prickly relief packs me full.

I shake my head, rubbing my sternum.

Raeve: "This is called rewarding bad behavior,"

I grouse, gently unfolding her crushed beak, head, tail, wings, then body, baring her message that's more than five phases old:

I need you.

Kyzari: "I'm devoted to the Creators now,"

she announces, brushing off her hands, reaching over the lark's corpse to steal my mug.

Kyzari: "I took the Oath of Chastity -"

Kaan: "You're my niece. The last thing I want to talk about is your chastity -"

Kyzari: "And if he finds out?"

Kaan: "He won't. Not unless you tell on me."

Kyzari: "Might consider it. I'm pretty offended by the taste of this drink you let me sip without prior warning."

Raeve: "You do have an imagination. Clever boy."

My attention drifts to his whip, back to his eyes.

Raeve: "You think I'm scared of your little toy, Rekk?"

Rekk: "You should be."

He boasts a lopsided grin that's all sharp canines and the promise of pain.

Rekk: "The iron tip bites."

Raeve: "I've seen bigger. But hey, if whipping a female makes you feel like a strong boy, then don't let me stomp on your dreams. Don't worry, I can handle it. I've got enough balls for the both of us."

So many assholes, so few fingers to count them all.

Raeve: "Who died and made you king?"

I rasp past my ruined throat.

Kaan: "My pah,"

he deadpans, and a laugh bubbles out of me, tapering off before the excess motion has a chance to rip my wounds and make them weep again.

Kaan: "Your eye. What happened?"

Raeve: "Tripped on a stone."

His head banks to the side.

Kaan: "Did it reach up and punch you in the face?"

Raeve: "Strangest thing."

Guard: "She took out an entire unit in the Undercity. Collapsed the lungs of seven soldiers before she even began tossing her blades. She slaughtered another twelve in ways that would make your insides wither, forged a cleft in the ground that took another six, then bit off the finger of a prestigious bounty hunter employed by the Crown."

Well.

Good for me. I'd pat myself on the back if my skin wasn't flayed.

Raeve: "Wanna tussle?"

I ask the King, flashing him a complimentary grin he can take to my grave, wondering why he doesn't look anywhere near as outraged by my large body count as I expected him to be.

I look down at myself smothered in blood and filth and who knows what else. Drawing a deep whiff of my shift, my face scrunches.

I cut a glance at the leering Nobles.

Raeve: "Apologies,"

I say, my voice echoing through the vast space.

Raeve: "Forgot to bathe for our very important date."

The Chancellor's eyes narrow.

Chancellor: "From what I understand, you spoke Clode's language fluently enough to suggest you've been hearing such words for a while."

I offer a wide smile.

Raeve: "Beginner's luck."

Runi: "Lie."

I flick a sideways glare at the broad, blond-haired Runi, my gaze dropping, scouring the two gold buttons adorning the central seam of his robe. An etching stick and a small musical note.

Truthtune.

He garnishes me with a stony stare, and I frown.

Raeve: "Rude."

Chancellor: "And Bulder? What of him?"

I cock my head to the side.

Raeve: "Haven't you ever wished the ground would split and chew on your enemies? Guess my dream came true. Lucky me."

Runi: "Not a lie."

Raeve: "See?"

Clearing his throat, he begins reading from the scroll.

Chancellor: "You, self-appointed as Prisoner Seventy-Three"

-he peers down at me, eyes narrowed, and my smile widens in unison with his deepening frown -

Chancellor: "are hereby charged for the murder of twenty-three solders of the Crown-"

Raeve: ""Twenty-five,"

I correct, and the room bursts with murmurs again as the Chancellor raises a brow.

Chancellor: "Excuse me?"

If he's going to read out my charge, he might as well get it right.

Raeve: "Personally, I lost count. But the guard who let me here said I killed twenty-five."

The Chancellor opens his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off with a swift

Raeve: "Also, I'd like it added to the record that I bit off the tip of Rekk Zharo's finger. I only recently managed to flick out what was left of it from between my tee -"

Chancellor: "That's enough."

Raeve: "Pity."

Raeve: "Well done. You possess a brain cell."

I glance up again, holding the Chancellor's beady glare.

Raeve: "I would cheer, but I'm sure you'll do enough of that this slumber while you're staring at your floor-length mirror, fisting your microcock."

Chancellor: "I do not appreciate your attitude,"

he scolds, the other Nobles murmuring between each other while they leer down on me, passing me looks of disgust.

Disbelief.

Rage.

Raeve: "Well, apologies for hurting your feelings."

He opens his mouth, but I cut in.

Again.

Raeve: "I, however, do not appreciate being forced to take out the population's filth because this kingdom is run by an imbecile who believes that having a cock, three beads dangling from his ear, a cruel dragon, and a powerful army means he doesn't have to iron out the kinks in his rumpling society."

Chancellor: "You would disrespect our king so publicly?"

he bellows, cheeks red like his ruddy cloak.

I cock a brow.

Raeve: "Is that a rhetorical question, or did you want me to answer?"

Raeve: "I'm incredibly bored with this conversation. Can we get to the point where you condemn me to execution for taking out the trash? That's the part I'm most excited about."

Chancellor: "You want to die?"

the Chancellor asks, not bothering to mask his shock.

Raeve: "No,"

I murmur, picking another curl of filth free.

Raeve: "I'm just so sick of looking at your ugly face that death is starting to sound rather cushy."

Chancellor: "What's your plea?"

he grinds out.

Raeve: "Guilty. Of all charges."

Runi: "She does not lie,"

the Truthtune states.

Raeve: "Wouldn't dare."

I glance over my shoulder at the scribe, meeting his wide-eyed stare.

Raeve: "You can probably tack on a few more charges, too. I'm sure I'll fill the quota if you look hard enough. I'm practically a one-folk show."

Raeve: "Well, feel free to tell him I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to kill him before I died. I was really looking forward to it."

Kaan: "I have no doubt."

Kaan: "Any progress?"

Raeve: "Mentally strangling you as we speak,"

I mutter, setting my hands on the ground to my left.

She can fleshthread.

Raeve: "This better be a threesome,"

I grind out.

Kaan: "I'm not one to share,"

the King says, his voice low and steady.

Kaan: "But if that's what you really want, it can be arranged once your back is healed."

Raeve: "I'm still intent on killing you, if given the chance,"

I warn past clenched teeth.

Kaan: "Don't forget to cut off my head, or I'll haunt you for eternity."

Raeve: "I don't believe in that."

Not one bit. I've cut off very few heads in comparison to my rather large body count, and I'm yet to see a single spirit claw at me from the shadows.

He lifts a brow.

Kaan: "Then what do you believe in?"

he asks, his voice guttural.

Raeve: "Revenge."

All the warmth sputters from his eyes, like part of him just slipped away.

Kaan: "Revenge is the loneliest deity of them all, Moonbeam. Take it from someone who knows."

Raeve: "I don't think you appreciate quite how close you came to being hacked into bits, then tossed off the wall. But hey, thanks for mending me before I die, even though it makes no sense."

The corner of his mouth kicks up.

Kaan: "Hacked into bits, you say?"

Obviously.

Raeve: "You're the biggest male I've ever seen."

I shrug, biting down on a wince because that pin absolutely hurts. It's blatant now that my skin's no longer slashed to ribbons.

Raeve: "There's no way I could've dragged you to the edge after I slit your throat."

Kaan: "But you didn't ..."

I frown, wishing he wouldn't stuff my indiscretions in my face like that.

He smelled good.

I fucked up.

Let's not dwell on it.

She pulls a jar free like it's some sort of trophy, and I frown at the lumpy green paste inside.

Bhea: "And fermented eahl eggs."

To disinfect. But most importantly - to make you smell like you've been shat on.

No, thank you.

Raeve: "You know what?"

I say, trying to wrangle my shirt back on.

Raeve: "Fuck it, I'm good. Doesn't even hurt. Let the hatchlings choke."

Man: "Why a ball?"

comes a rasped voice to my left.

I look sideways at the male I thought was asleep bunched beneath his filthy blanket, instead watching me through the bars.

Raeve: "It's a moon."

He frowns.

Man: "Then why a moon?"

I cast my gaze forward again, tap-tap-tapping my foot to the soothing tune in my head.

Raeve: "Because they fall."

Even when we don't want them to.

Kaan: "I just saved your life,"

the Incognito King drones, brows raised, black cloak billowing in the scorch of wind that throws more fucking sand in my eyes.

Kaan: "Perhaps a thank-you is better fitting than a dagger dragged across my throat?"

Raeve: "If you almost drowned in Sabersythe drool, you'd disagree,"

I proclaim, squinting up at his broody face with the confidence of somebody not shackled in iron and tied to a stick.

Raeve: "How about we switch seats? See how you feel after you've been marinating in its mouth for a bit. I'm certain you'll want to slit my throat, too."

Lovely. Think I'll beg Rygun to pick me up again and cart me straight to Gondragh. Spit me out in a nest. I'd rather try my shitting lick with a bunch of famished hatchlings.

Kaan: "You're right, you do smell bad."

Raeve: "Screw you,"

I mutter, and he cocks a brow.

Kaan: "You wanted to kill me a moment ago. I can't keep up."

I snort-laugh.

Raeve: "Don't worry. Few can."

Kaan: 'Is that a challenge?"

he asks, stuffing his blade back down his boot.

Raeve: "No. But I will issue one to let let me go."

Kaan: 'Heartily decline."

Of course.

I hope he doesn't mind when I heartily slit his throat.

Raeve: "I'm going to cut out your tongue with that blade in your boot."

He whips to hood up over my head, shrouding me in shade.

Kaan: "I'd prefer you use your teeth, but beggars can't be choosers."

He repeats the progress with my other ankle, severing the length of chain he flings to the side.

Raeve: "You're good at that."

I wave my hands at him, the metal tether draped between them jingling with the erratic motion.

Raeve: "This next."

He gives me a dry look and plucks a bit of rope off the ground. Merging my hands together, he slides my shackles farther up my arms, then binds my wrists, knotting it off.

Raeve: "That's ... not what I meant."

He pries the remaining chain free from my manacles, popping more links like they're made of clay.

Kaan: "I'm aware."

Damn.

Raeve: "Underachiever. I see. Not judgement here."

Raeve: "Kaan, no. I did not agree to this!"

His body stiffens, steps slowing, a low, grating sound coming from him.

Kaan: "Say it again ..."

Raeve: "What?"

Kaan: "My name, Moonbeam. Say it again."

If it'll get me out of this saddle ride, I'll scream it to the sky until my voice box ruptures.

Raeve: "Kaan. Kaan. Kaan. Kaan. Kaan! Now put me down. Quick."

He fills his lungs, his entire chest inflating - like he just took his first breath since he began a deep dive.

Kaan: 'You didn't say please,"

he finally says, then kicks forward again.

Wha -

Raeve: "Please!"

Kaan: "Too late."

Drenched in the smell of leather and the heady blend of his intoxicating scent, this tightening feeling low in my belly yearns for something every other part of me is utterly opposed to, and I consider whether it's prudent to ask this male if he's like to fuck before I slit his throat ...

Probably shouldn't.

Kaan: "You smell bad. Soap fixes that,"

he says, picking it up and tossing it back at me.

Splashing me in the face.

I snatch it, pelting it at his crotch.

Raeve: "You need it more than I do!"

Kaan: "I've got my own fucking soap,"

he growls, catching it just before it can make obliterating contact with his cock.

Oh.

Failing to muster any more words to wield, I poke my tongue out at him instead. He returns the gesture, and the corner of my mouth threatens to lift.

The King just stuck his tongue out at me.

Kaan: "Not to shock you into strangling me with your hair,"

he says dryly, injecting the perfectly viable thought into my head,

Kaan: "but as you so dutifully pointed out, I need to bathe."

He tips his head.

Kaan: "Feel free to evacuate the west side of plunge pool so I can use the waterfall to rinse myself to your standards."

Raeve: "You'll be at it for awhile,"

I say, scooping up my soap and edging to the right, nipping another glance at the little moon on his back.

Raeve: "Hope you have refreshments in those saddlebags. You're gonna need them."

Kaan: "You really do say the sweetest things, Moonbeam."

Raeve: "Thanks. I try my hardest."

Kaan: "Hate to see you not trying,"

he drones, yanking at what I realize are his pant fastening when they're pushed past his muscular ass, revealing his dusky undergarments.

Kaan: "I don't think my poor heart could handle it."

Raeve: "If you stick those in me, I'm going to knee you in the cock."

Kaan: "That's an improvement on being slaughtered."

Kaan: "Follow me."

Ahh ...

Raeve: "How?"

Kaan: "Tether yourself to the alluring tone of my voice,"

he drawls, and I rolls my eyes, tentatively following the sound of his steps instead - sliding my bare feet through the fluffy grass at a slow and steady pace in the effort not to trip.

Raeve: "I don't like males with cocks bigger than their brains."

I slay him with a stare I hope cuts the head off his observation.

Raeve: "Unfortunately, that eliminates half the population."

Kaan: "You want to play rough, Moonbeam? We can play rough. But only after you eat."

Kaan: "You are safe."

Raeve: "Because you need me for something - they always do. What is it? Might as well get it out in the open now, don't you think? Expectations really pinch when they stab you in the back."

He frowns.

Kaan: "All I want from you is for you to eat your fucking soup. And maybe for us to get through this slumber without any more bloodshed - a concept I'm aware you struggle with."

Kaan: "I see you, Raeve ..."

My breath bitches, the scale still indenting Kaan's throat.

Raeve: "I don't know what -"

Kaan: "You,"

he growls, tightening his hand around the side of my face with tender jerk, eyes lit with a soul-crushing blaze.

Kaan: "I fucking see you."

Kaan: "Cut me if you want me to stop,"

he rasps, his thumb sliding across my cheekbone.

Kaan: "I'll gladly bleed beneath you, so don't be shy."

Raeve: "I need you,"

I groan, tossing the scale aside, hearing it clatter across the ground.

Raeve: "Now."

Kaan: "You fucking have me."

Raeve: "No, I need you,"

I growl, trying to tip us sideways.

I'm just about to reach down and grab him - to guide him toward my throbbing entrance - when I catch him looking at me with the intensity of a chapped wasteland desperate for even a drop of rain. The sort of look that consumes. That clutches heartstrings and braids them together for eternity ... forever bonded.

Can't he see that my heartstrings are stubby and frayed?

All I want to do is slit Rekk Zharo's throat. Is that too much to ask?

Raeve: "Fuck!"

Veya: "Do you know anything?"

Fuck all.

Kaan: "The only time I tried to pry, she compared my cock to the size of my brain,"

I bite out.

Kaan: "Unfavorably."

Kaan: "She's a dream come true, but she's not just my dream,"

I say, packing the space full of truth-laden stones.

Kaan: "Not anymore."

Pyrok: "Harassing the guards?"

Raeve: "Rather presumptuous of you."

Pyrok: "Your reputation precedes you."

Kaan: "I've got all slumber,"

Kaan rumbles, and I swear his deep, raspy voice was designed by the Creators themselves to disable me. To tamper with my insides, rearrange me into a mindless idiot.

Kaan: "The rest of my life, actually."

Kaan: "Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist."

Veya: "Dear brother, are you worried about me?"

Kaan: "Since the dae Pah shoved you in my arms - squirming, bloody, and screaming."

He's fire and brimstone. I'm shattered ice. Our collison is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I'll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.

Raeve: "I don't understand how you still look at me like you want me."

Silence prevails, tension thickens, his eyes burning embers when he finally says,

Kaan: "Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I'd still fucking love you."

The only beam of light I'll ever need or want in this world, my love for her sitting like a moon in my chest. Only this moon will never fall, no matter how hard she tugs on it.

Raeve: "Your hands know me,"

she whispers.

Kaan: "Yes,"

I murmur against her hair.

Kaan: "Know you, crave you, worship you."

She's probably picturing me on my knees, and perhaps that should bother me. It doesn't. I'd spend eternity looking up at her if she'd only fucking let me.

Raeve: "You're horrible."

His smile is soft. Gentle, even.

Kaan: "I'm a horrible male that loves you, Raeve. That wants the best for you, even if it's not the best for me."

Kaan: "You're magnificent."

My heart skips a beat.

The words ...

The look in his eyes ...

The way he's holding my face ...

I could revel in him for eternity and never stop marveling. More evidence that whatever pulled Elluin away hurt.

Kaan: "You don't get to treat me like a secret this time,"

he grinds out, strumming my clit with his thumb.

My pleasure begins to peak, a mighty wave cresting -

Kaan: "I'm not your secret. I'm your truth."

Raeve: "I hate you,"

I whimper, lifting my hips to meet the next heavy thump.

Kaan: "No, you don't, Moonbeam. You love me. You're just too busy feasting on my heart to notice."

I run my hands over his tensing arms, across his shoulders, my right palm pressing upon his heart that's ratcheting to the same gorging rhythm as my own.

Kaan: "You feel that?"

he rumbles, setting his hand on top of mine and holding it over the thumping organ. HIs eyes take on a lighter shade that almost looks like reverence.

Kaan: "You found us, Moonbeam."

Kaan: "Okay, well, you're obviously feeling things -"

Raeve: "Regrettably."

Kaan: "Do you want to fight or fuck about it?"

Raeve: "I liked you better when you were yielding to me."

He shrugs.

Kaan: "And I liked you better when you were drunk with a smile on your face, singing to me, telling me you were only running because you couldn't bear the though of watching me die."

Raeve: "Why the long face?"

Kaan: "Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy."

Kaan: "He's toting a white flag, Moonbeam."

Raeve: "I can fix that."

I whip a blade from my bandolier, flicking it between my fingers.

Raeve: "I'll use it to mop up his blood when I'm done. It'll be red by the time I'm through."

Rekk: "She's your burden now. She's a stupid, feral bitch who's more trouble than she's worth. My advice? She'd be better off chunked up and dumped in your feeding troughs."

Kaan: "Your advice is worth less to me than a smear of colk shit on my boot."