12/6/2023 0 Comments To kill a kingdom pdf onlineHer scales are deep auburn and her blond hair barely reaches her breasts, which are covered by a braid of orange seaweed. She sits beside me on the rock and stares at the ship in the distance. “Which will you take, cousin?” Kahlia asks in Psáriin. It’s a wonder we even need our song to steal hearts. We have eyelashes born from iceberg shavings and lips painted with the blood of sailors. A magnificence forged in salt water and regality. It’s a well-known fact that sirens are beautiful, but the bloodline of Keto is royal and with that comes its own beauty. In that ocean lies the sea kingdom of Keto. A selection of each so it manages to be neither. For me, that’s the great sea of Diávolos, with waters of apple and sapphire. My hair snakes down my back, as red as my left eye – and only my left, of course, because the right eye of every siren is the color of the sea they were born into. It’s because they think that if they eat enough of them, they might become human themselves. And when they steal the hearts we keep, it isn’t for power. Sometimes they save the lives of sailors and take nothing but charms in return. They steal trinkets and follow ships in hopes that treasure will fall from the decks. They have the capacity to be deadly, like all monsters, but where sirens seduce and kill, mermaids remain fascinated by humans. Fish and human both, with the beauty of neither. Their deep-blue flesh is dotted with fins that spread up their arms and spines. Unlike sirens, mermaids have stretched blue husks and limbs in place of hair, with a jawlessness that lets their mouths stretch to the size of small boats and swallow sharks whole. Mermaids more fish than flesh, with an upper body to match the decadent scales of their fins. These are the women who take the human bounty of their kin. Left to suffer until their blood becomes salt and they dissolve to sea foam. I’ve heard things: tales of lost hearts and harpooned women stapled to the ocean bed as punishment for their treachery. Hearts are power, and if there’s one thing my kind craves more than the ocean, it’s power. I count each of them, so I can be sure none were stolen in the night. Every so often, I claw through the shingle, just to check they’re still there. There are seventeen hidden in the sand of my bedroom. I HAVE A HEART for every year I’ve been alive. Free Novels Online Read Home Romance Billionaire Romance New-Adult Young-Adult Hot Book Series fantasy Vampires Others Books Science Fiction Thriller Horror Classics New Releases Mystery/Suspense Hot Authors New Category Book Romance Contemporary Contemporary Romance Fantasy Paranormal Erotica Adult Fiction Did Not Finish Paranormal Romance Shapeshifters Historical Romance Historical New Adult Fiction Novella Science Fiction Suspense Romantic Suspense Military Fiction War Bdsm Sports Sports and Games Young Adult Historical Fiction Mystery Dark Adult Polyamorous Reverse Harem Vampires Womens Fiction Menage Chick Lit Holiday Dragons Short Stories Regency Sports Romance Christmas Erotic Romance Aliens Humor Magic Thriller Business Abuse Sociology Amazon
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