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I have been thinking about doing Eduardo Saverin x OC book for a bit now because their are not a lot of books about him and I love him. However, would you guys read it please let me know 

Just finished listening to Corpse Husband

The dawn follows her; she drinks it. Every bit of her shining like some fine, rare jewel. Battle braids, a crown of copper — her hair a cloak of fire as the sun crests the sky, makes her glow like a goddess in its light.

Might be the gods think the same. Watches as they stir the black-knife trees with their breath, as the thin boughs whip and tremble. Rush of it on his skin, pulling at his furs, whistling in his ears — burning him to his charge, his fate.  

Jon could not know what that fate was back when he found her half-dead beside the river. He knew only what he knew: that she would live — that it mattered. Now here he stands, the matter of her life as much a part of him as the heartbeat in his chest. Real as the sword in his hand. Loud as the war-cry on his lips.

He bangs his shield: once, twice.