House of Pounding Hearts by Olivia Wildenstein EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Olivia Wildenstein
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“T he captor became the captive. The gatherer, the gathered. The—”
“Aren’t you being a tad dramatic, Picolina?” Phoebus flops down beside
me in my Sky Kingdom cell. “Gods, this mattress.”
“It’s too soft.”
“No such thing as too soft. Unless we’re discussing penises.”
“Which we’re not. We’re discussing the man-faced harpy who’s
imprisoned me in his stone nest.”
Phoebus flexes his lips into a smile. “Man-faced harpy. Cute.”
“It’s not meant to be cute. It’s meant to be slanderous.” I glower at the
ceiling that I’ve glowered at for the last three days. I’m surprised my
incendiary gaze hasn’t transformed the wooden rafters to sawdust or
pulverized the stone roof beyond.
My friend’s smile only increases. “Although I’d love to discuss your sexy
jailer, I’ve come on a mission.”
“Horrible people aren’t sexy. As for your mission, if it’s to get me to
come out of this room, my answer is a resounding no.”
Phoebus stretches his ridiculously long limbs and yawns. “He takes all his
meals in his private chambers, so you won’t cross paths with him in any of
Of course, Lorcan Reebyaw doesn’t dine with his people. Kings never do.
I still cannot believe I brought him back to life.
Although I’m the maker of my own misfortune, I will never forgive
Bronwen for misleading me with her stupid prophecy. Yes, I should probably
have questioned it instead of jumping feetfirst into the mission like I jumped
feetfirst into the canal the night Ptolemy Timeus threatened my serpent,
Any jumping I do from now on will be thoroughly thought-out.
“Tell Syb and Gia to come over with a barrel of wine. Oh, and tell them
to bring Antoni, Mattia, and Riccio.”
“Not going to happen, sweets. I’m the only man allowed inside your
I fling my glower on Phoebus. “Says who?”
“The big bad crow.”
“Serpent ass,” I mutter.
“I’ve always wondered . . . do serpents have asses or just tails? Or are
their asses inside their tails?” His green eyes glitter, and although I’ve no
doubt these musings have crossed Phoebus’s mind many a time during his
twenty-two years of life, at the moment, I sense he’s using these inane
questions to soften my mood.
Except my mood will not be softened.
“Actually, that’s a lie. One other man is allowed to come see you.”
I sense he’ll speak my Crow genitor’s name—Kahol Bannock. Sure
enough, those are the four syllables that roll out of Phoebus’s mouth.
My father is another male I’ve been refusing to see. I’m not ready to meet
the giant with the twisted nose, square jaw, and stony mouth.
I still cannot believe he had a part in making me. And not with the
woman I’ve called Mamma my entire life, but with a Shabbin witch.
A Shabbin witch!
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