Lorcan MacBroin 
Content Advisory: violence, allusions to prostitution, child abuse Honey, baby, darling, lovely, my lady, harlot, filth, witch. They all had their names for her. They called her whatever they wanted. Whatever they liked best. Not her name. Not her real one, anyway. Whatever they called her from across the street, from windows, church steps, perfumed … Read More
“People always want their soul-searching and self discovery cheap, but it doesn’t work like that. You have to be ready to experience some hardship and fear.”
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He had never been able to do this correctly before, despite how many hours of practice he’d given it. But maybe, just maybe, it could work now.
“You can complain that roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.”
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Lucan bit his lip. “I suppose you’re right.” He shifted awkwardly, as if unsure of what to say. Finally, he asked, “So, this is a goddess, then? A real goddess? I… I don’t suppose…you know…you’ve ever met a god before?”
“A few weeks ago I discovered we live in a world of magic, and I figure there are dragons and demons, fae and spirits and who knows what else? Who’s to say the battle’s lost?”
Lorcan sighed. “Great. All I need to do is outwit the queen of the Fae and move a large boulder which is supposedly impossible to move, all to retrieve some kind of terrible treasure that even Titania felt was too dangerous to use, and may not even exist.” He turned to Dyn Hysbys. “Does that sound about right?”
Lorcan groaned softly. He’d really rather not be here. He had just wanted to buy potatoes and a pair of boots, not preside over an execution.
