House of Flame and Shadow (Crescent City, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

Unless Bryce Quinlan had wound up somewhere other than Hel. A different world, perhaps. And if that was the case …

Who’d carried the black dagger that had reacted to the Starsword.

Azriel?

“Someone has to start talking,” the short female said—the one who’d seemed so shocked to hear Bryce speak in the Old Language, to see the sword.

Amren?

and another, whose name had been lost to history.

Oo i wonder if this is someone else from acotar

“It is in our history, Rhysand,” Amren said gravely. “But the Asteri were not known by that name. Here, they were called the Daglan.”

“The glowing letters inked on her back … they’re the same as those in the Book of Breathings.”

Then Azriel said in a soft, lethal voice, “Explain or you die.”

He had no doubt there’d be some vendor waiting in the wings to scoop up the cooked carcasses and sell them in a food stall nearby. It wasn’t called the Meat Market for nothing.

Ah

Ithan bared his teeth at Sigrid. She bared hers right back.

Start of a romance??

a familiar female with golden-brown hair in tow.

Familiar ?

“When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be,”

That was the other secret he and Danaan would keep. The Hind—what and who she was.

Hunt knows?

But Flynn had blasted Sabine’s face clean off.

Ah!

She could have sworn silver fire danced in Nesta’s eyes.

Whatever shadow magic she possessed seemed to have little ability to move it.

I can’t recall - does she possess shadow magic too ?

With a twirl and a flash, Nesta was on her, sword at Bryce’s throat. Its metal was impossibly cold.

Hell yeah, team Nesta

but kept it far enough away that they’d have to crawl through their piss and shit to get to it before the rats converged.

I’d literally want to die

There had to be a catch.

Who hes gonna fight

Precisely according to Bryce’s plan.

Nesta’s eyes were open. And blazing with fury.

Hair drifting on a phantom breeze, Nesta glowed with silver fire. Still wearing her mask. A finger pointed toward the fight. Commanding that creature of bone and death to attack the Wyrm. Again. Again.

Nesta is a beast

Like whoever Cassian was, and whatever the House of Wind was … they might be the only things capable of fighting the siren song of the Mask.

“Who else would the Vipe unleash on him?

Could she be facing him?

And don’t ask me more than that, because I seriously have no idea how it actually works.”

Same lol

Azriel said softly, voice tinged with pain, “She looks like Rhysand’s sister.”

The Dread Trove, we called it in secret. The Mask, the Harp, the Crown, and the Horn.

I will spare you the details of how I came to wed a High Lord’s son.

!!!

when the babe screamed and the sound was full of night,

Rhys?

And inside it, preserved in eternal youth and beauty, lay a dark-haired female.

Whaaaa

Death lay behind her, at the end of the ledge. Swift, forgiving death. The sort she’d be denied by the Asteri. If she could make it to the end of the cliff … it would be fast.

Pain ruptured through her chest, bone shattering, red washing over her vision. Lidia let out a choked, bloody laugh as she died.

No !

“They’re not my brothers,” Lidia whispered. Her fingers curled on the glass. “They’re my sons.”

But neither were the shadows that curled like snakes around the king, wild and twining.

Hmm, Azriel?

Bryce, despite herself, laughed. “Sure. I’ll add it to my to-do list.”

I literally hate Bryce 😅

“I’m here,” he said. “We made it.”

Bryce brushed invisible dirt off her shoulders, “Add it to Bryce’s list of Magical Starborn Princess crap,”

I hate bryce

Ithan turned. And there was Connor, as vibrant as he’d ever been in life, standing in the temple doorway.

He slid his bloodied hand into hers.

“You kill it, you become it,” Jesiba said to Hypaxia. “You are now, for all intents and purposes, Head of the House of Flame and Shadow.

“Leave the baggage behind today.” Lidia straightened. “My sons are not baggage—” “No,” Bryce amended, “they’re not. But you know that palace better than anyone. Any distractions are going to cost us.” “I know Pollux better than anyone,” Lidia said, staring ahead at nothing. “And that’s why it’s unbearable to sit here.” “Rest up while you can, Lidia,” Athalar advised. “All Hel is going to break loose pretty damn soon.”

Bryce and hunt are the worst

who had a little bit of her Made essence in him thanks to their lovemaking last night.

This is so stupid

“Shahar,” he said, tears falling.

Woah

Ruhn saying, “Does someone, uh, want to put Jesiba’s ashes in a … cup or something?”

Omg im dead

“That should be you.”

It should be isaiah

Bad, because her parents now expected her and Hunt for weekly dinners. Bryce had negotiated it down to monthly,

Bryce is such a bitch