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Finalement, il m'est apparu que la solution la plus la solution la plus diplomatique était de plonger sa petite tête de c.nnard dans l'eau des chiottes
Afficher en entierJe m'appelle Rune Saint-John.
Je suis avant tout un survivant : celui d'une Maison déchue, d'une violente agression, celui d'alliés fielleux et d'ennemis infatués, celui d'une vie au sein d'une caste qui m'a tourné le dos il y a plusieurs décennies.
Mon nom jouit d'une triste célébrité dans les hautes sphères.
Je suis le prince Éromène ; le prince du Jour ; le prince de la Ruine. Je suis le dernier descendant de la cour anéantie de mon défunt père, autrefois appelée le trône de Soleil, le plus rayonnant de tous les Arcanes, aujourd'hui réduit à un amas de cendres et de gravats.
Voici mon histoire.
Afficher en entierLa seule fois où j'avais émis l'idée de vendre l'un de mes six pauvres sceaux pour payer le câble, Brand avait mis fin au débat en envoyant un couteau dans le poste de télévision. A ses yeux, chaque sceau constituait pour moi une chance supplémentaire de survivre à un combat.
Afficher en entierHow did you recover from a mistake, no matter how slight, when an army was piled around you?
Afficher en entier“Who the fuck do you think you are? Who do you think he is? Didn’t you know what his father was like—what kind of ability Rune has inherited? Those aren’t just shoes to fill, it’s the whole fucking shoe factory. Don’t you ever doubt whether he can do what he says.”
Afficher en entierThere were no words that could describe what I felt. There are no words to describe the feeling when the battle tide has turned against you, and you are drowning in your own loss.
Afficher en entierBrand said. “Do you remember the first time I protected you?”
I felt my forehead crease.
He said, “That motherfucking stableboy, what’s his name? Gregor. He liked to bully you when you were a kid, real clever-like, so that he couldn’t be called to task for it. He tried to make you feel small because he felt small. . . . Remember that time we rode on the beach, and Gregor made some shitty comment about you needing to ride a pony instead of a horse? That look on your face killed me—you’d been so, so proud that you’d finally just learned to ride a horse like a grown-up, and Gregor knew that, and used it to hurt you. He made you feel less than you were. So I broke his nose. And it felt so fucking good to be a hero to you.”
I blinked a few times. More than a few times.
“That wasn’t the first time. You’ve always protected me. You’ve always been my hero. You ate my broccoli. You told my father that you were the one to run out on the ice when the pool froze over. You made me drink my stupid juice when I was sick. Always. You’ve always been there, and I don’t know why I deserve it. Because of my DNA? Because of whom my father was? Because—”
Brand grabbed the sides of my face. He stared in my eyes and said, firmly, “Rune of Sun House, I believe that you are meant for great things. I truly, truly do. Your story has barely begun. It is my honor to be along for what has been, and is, and will be one hell of a ride. So don’t leave me on the bench again. That’s all I wanted to say.” He gave me a rare smile, untouched by anything except pleasure, and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
Afficher en entierSometimes, my life sucked. It was so much easier to fight the monsters outside my head.
Afficher en entierAddam sucked at searching. He kept forgetting to be cautious or stealthy. He picked up anything that caught his eye, like a crow dive-bombing shiny coins.
Afficher en entierHe’d been smiling minutes ago. I liked when he smiled.
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