Sarah Z. Creates

I’ve made a new update to The Sorcerers’ Bargain!

And because I’m liking this snip right now, here’s a brief moment about consequences:

“But my master —”

“You will not like the consequences of your failure in this,” Abil hissed, letting a small portion of what could have been his true self bleed through this seeming. “Your master’s ire will look like a tea party compared to what I will do to you.”

And because the stupid human still looked doubtful, Abil dissolved the mug in Yago’s hand. Beer splashed over the table, and Abil leaned closer even as Yago jerked away from the mess with a muttered oath.

“I can unmake you just that easily.”

A blink, and the mug was whole again, but misshapen and warped. It would never hold liquid. “And remake you as I see fit. Over.”

Unmade.

“And over.”

Remade whole.

“And over again.”

Unmade.

“Until I tire of the taste of your blood and tears.”

He bared his teeth, their fae sharpness on keen display. “And two thousand years have not yet sated that hunger.”