Mia Corvere személy
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She pictured Duomo and Scaeva presiding over her father’s execution in the forum. The baying crowd, howling for her father’s blood. Looking out into the arena seats, she saw those same faces, that same awful delight. The same kind of people who cheered for her father’s death.
But not for mine, you bastards. This is not where I die.
She curled her fingers into fists.
I’ve far too much killing to do.
„So be it. Sanguii e Gloria.”
Mia shook her head. “You can keep the glory, Furian.”
She turned her eyes to the consul’s chair.
“I’m just here for the blood.”
Mia set her sights on the wastes beyond Last Hope, and with a doffed hat toward the watchtower, kicked Chivalry’s flanks. Sadly, instead of a dashing gallop off toward the horizon, the girl found herself bucked into the air, her brief flight ending in a crumpled heap on the road. She rolled in the dirt, rubbing her rump, glaring at the now whinnying stallion.
“Bastard …,” she hissed.
She looked to Mister Kindly, sitting on the road beside her.
“Not. A. Fucking. Word.”
“… meow …,” he said.
51. oldal
The sky was crying.
Or so it had seemed to her. The little girl knew the water tumbling from the charcoal-colored smudge above was called rain—she’d been barely ten years old, but she was old enough to know that. Yet she’d still fancied tears falling from that gray sugar-floss face. So cold compared to her own. No salt or sting inside them. But yes, the sky was certainly crying.
14. oldal
“I’ve read the Dweymeri cleave to ritualized naming rites. Your names follow a set pattern. Noun then verb. Dweymeri have names like ‘Spinesmasher.’ ‘Wolfeater.’ ‘Pigfiddler.’”
“…Pigfiddler?”
Mia blinked. “Pigfiddler was one of the most infamous Dweymeri pirates who ever lived. Surely you’ve heard of him?”
“I was never one for history. What was he infamous for?”
“Fiddling with pigs.”
47. oldal
“If I were going to name my blade,” Mia said thoughtfully, “I’d call it ‘Fluffy.’”
Tric snorted with laughter. “Fluffy?”
“’Byss, yes,” the girl nodded. “Think of the terror you’d instill. Being bested by a foe wielding a sword called Souldrinker … that you could live with. Imagine the shame of having the piss smacked out of you by a blade called Fluffy.”
60. oldal
“I picked you for a cold one, Mia Corvere.” He shook his head. “I just never knew how much. Where do you keep the heart that’s supposed to be inside your chest?”
“Keep it up and I’ll feed you yours, bastard.”
“Bastard I might be,” Tric spat. “But you’re the one who decides to be a cunt every turn of your life.”
Mia had her knife out, smiling.
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
91. oldal