“No, he won’t. You know he won’t! He’s not like you! He wants to show you that he can be just as clever, just as fast, just as . . .” [Khalila] hit him again, this time a knee square to his family jewels, and he did let go. “Just as ruthless! And if you ever lay hands on me again, I will kill you, Jess Brightwell!”
Paper and Fire, Rachel Caine
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compilation of every character description i caught in the great library series while listening to the audiobooks (might be unreadable for anyone but me—esp bc these r from every single book w no clarification of which parts r from which books and r just dumped haphazardly into my notes—but if u can decipher it, it might b useful!):
Jess: 16/17, tattoo of a closed book on his chest over his heart, scars/cuts on his hands
Brendan: shaggy hair, can raise one eyebrow, tiny scar on his chin, scar on his upper face (“as if he hadn’t a care in the world except for the bloody wound in his head”)
Liam: sharp nose, shaggy blonde-ish hair, died at 17
Thomas: blonde hair, pale eyebrows, blue eyes, is large (looked big enough to bend iron, mugs look like teacups in his hands), neat square writing not a spare loop or line
Khalila: hijabi, dark skin, intense big brown eyes, can also raise one eyebrow, short, dimples, wide eyes
Glain: “raw-boned”, long legs, not light, curling brown hair, dark eyes, tall, chopped her dark hair closer for convenience/short-cropped, solid curves of endurance and strength, warm woody brown skin under sun, sharp impatient print, three tattoos
Zara: dark green eyes, dark round face
Anit: copper skin, straight black dark hair worn in a shoulder length cut, petite and pretty, ring necklace, 14 in paf
Dario: bronze skin, wavy black hair, a goatee, black/dark brown eyes, very white teeth, light muscle, shadow of a beard, longer hair
Wolfe: black eyes, dark skin, shoulder length black and grey hair
Santi: hazel eyes, tattoo inked high on his bicep is a lion, unscarred face, not overly tall, sharp chin, long straight nose, heavy dark brows, close cropped dark hair, deep brown Italian, lines on his face
Morgan: light brown honey eyes, pale skinned with lustrous brown hair, thin and smoothly curved, pointed chin
Brightwell: a smaller man, runted in his youth
Mrs brightwell: ash blonde hair streaks of silver
Danton: pale with flaxen blonde hair, eyes more silver than blue, light grey eyes
Artifex magnus: white hair shorn close to the scalp, square face that’s lean and strong, frosted blue eyes like winter, purple robes, gnarled fingers, old man/old face, shocking white beard, intimidating
Keria Morning: tall bronze woman, sharp features, backswept dark hair that falls to her waist, streaked with silver, LOOKS nearly 50 according to jess
Neksa: hair swept back in a braided queue, pretty, shark cheekbones, blushed copper skin, Egyptian
Eskander: silver hair cascading over his shoulders dark eyes dark amber skin
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“John.”
Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.
Felt like old times.
“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”
He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.
“That’s a child.”
“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”
He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.
“John.”
“Z.”
“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”
“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.
“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.
“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”
“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”
“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”
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