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    When Quentin took over the Great Banquet Hall for his tournament and told Eliot to take dinner in his receiving room, and do all his receiving elsewhere, maybe outside… he wasn't expecting Eliot to listen. And completely destroy Quentin's calm in the process.

    (Set in--and then diverts from--chapter 3 of "The Magician King")

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    24 Sep 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 23

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    Eliot's journey from 'we're just hooking up' to 'oh shit I'm in love' over his and Quentin's second year in the mosaic timeline.

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    24 Sep 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 27

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    “Ever played dice poker for each other’s clothes?” He grins and bites his lip with a mixture of excitement and mirth. Geralt sighs, of course.

    “No.”

    “Come on Geralt...you might have some fun.” Jaskier needles as he gets out the dice.

    “Hmm.”

    “Even witchers are not allergic to it.” Jaskier raises his eyebrows at him, asking. The thought of Jaskier with less clothes and the promise of competition stirred the more reckless side of Geralt.

    Or the one where they day drink, play strip poker then seduce a hot stable hand.

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    24 Sep 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 25

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    Good enough”, Jaskier said with a sniff to the most opulent room the inn had to offer.

    "I remember the time when floor bread was good enough." Geralt said, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. He hid it when Jaskier glanced over. His ego was bloated enough without feeding.

    "Yes, when I was young and foolish, a babe out of Oxenfurt." Jaskier said, hands on his hips as he examined the cleanliness of the sheets. "As I reach my twilight years, I find that I appreciate the little bit of comfort that coin can bring."

    "Jaskier, you're 33."

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    20 Sep 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 19

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    Dettlaff touches down in the courtyard of Tesham Mutna, Regis’s blood calling to him. Smoke reforms into bone and muscle and teeth and Dettlaff opens his eyes to see the Toussaint nobility arranged before him, crossbows aimed at him from all sides.

    He smells a lick of sweat drop from the captain of the guard’s ear, and he senses a soldier’s finger twitch on the trigger, but they withhold their fire.

    In the middle of the battalion stands Anna Henrietta, her jewel-encrusted dress catching all of the fading light in this early evening. Next to her, in leather still smelling of combat, Rhena smiles.

    Not Rhena. Syanna.

    (Dettlaff awaits Anna Henrietta's justice in Corvo Bianco. The path to a brighter future comes one step out of isolation at a time.)

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    19 Sep 2020