Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

In contrast to the other, nyx's eyes grew dimmer the more she talked. She never shut up, did she? Only Damien had ever talked this much, but that was when he was telling stories - actual good stories that were of Nyx's interest. The girl cleared her throat, wanting to reply to some things she had said that were kind of wrinkling her sprinkles. Your god does not exist. She spoke simply, not afraid to hurt feelings or make the other angry. There was only the Night Mother and the others many spoke of in the brotherhood. And what makes you think I am not a leader? The leaders here are false but one. Nyx spoke in riddles as even her hackles raised in dominance, she knew - the one thing she hated when grown-ups were talking to her. She guessed the bad habit had become one with her now, too.

Nyx, while not a true murderer just yet, surely had the mind of one. Her brother, however, was far worse. Nyx could clearly recall a moment where he had said that killing a rabbit was like killing anything else. But she'd rather have a murderous brother than an uncaring mother. Astrid let out a mocking snort.

You - compete with me? Surely you could take these jokes somewhere else; I am not humoured. She said, her face back to its first emotionless state. She rolled her shoulders, half hoping the other would just leave by herself. How she wished Damien was here - how much she wished to see his disapproval on his face. Flattery will not fill our caches.