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5 times the High King of Elfhame missed his exiled wife + 1 time she had enough.
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02 Mar 2021
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the floors of hell, her gates of heaven by agnes_writes
Fandoms: The Folk of the Air - Holly Black
05 Mar 2021
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The myths were wrong.
The right hand of the war god did not go anywhere she did not intend.
And she would never be foolish enough to be kidnapped.
No, she kneels in front of the King of the Underworld with a cunning look in her eye, a dagger strapped to her waist and a deal he cannot say no to.
Jude Duarte has the Lord of the Dead wrapped around her finger.
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28 Feb 2021
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Brave and clever and true by SoThisIsAThingIWrote
Fandoms: The Folk of the Air - Holly Black
23 Jan 2021
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Vivi and Heather's bathroom is tiny. The white porcelain tub is, at best, half the size of the one in the Royal rooms back in Elfhame, and he can't fit without his knees poking out of the water. Perhaps a bit undignified for a king, but Cardan doesn't care. Not now, when it's deliciously warm and Jude's fingers are working themselves over his scalp, washing the iron out of his hair.
Short Jurdan fluff set directly after How the King Of Elfhame Learned To Hate Stories.
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20 Feb 2021
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He comes at midnight; each and every midnight, though not a two alike. And there is nothing she can do to stop him. Still, she tries. Eventually, she succeeds.
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20 Feb 2021
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"I think snakes get a bad reputation," Jude says. She lifts the black doublet and motions Cardan to turn around, holding it up as he shrugs into it. "I never minded them. I had a stuffed snake I used to sleep with as a child."
Cardan turns around, one elegant brow raised. "Did you?"
Jude nods, tugging the doublet into place. She makes no move to do up the jet buttons. She likes the contrast between the black velvet and the white shirt underneath, the dark and the light of it. She likes the way it hangs with a sort of carelessness from his shoulders, the slightly undone look of him. "His name was Mr. Hiss."
Her husband snorts, slipping his arms around her. "You have a poet's soul, Jude Duarte."
in which Jude and her husband get ready for a revel, with a side of symbolism and snakes.
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20 Feb 2021