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

by Sarah J. Maas

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

The Viper Queen’s lips brushed against his ear again as she whispered, “Let’s see what kind of stamina you have now, Tharion.”

Sooo hes a sex slave? This is sick

“Rigelus and the others were able to fix the Harpy.”

Broooo

One after another, I hunted monsters—the remaining pets of the Daglan—until many of the lowest rooms were filled with them.

If amren was once locked up here.. Is she somehow related to this

explosion so big that only someone made of fire might have caused it— In the distance, another eruption sounded.

Oh my god

Baxian was clinging for dear life to the back of the jeep, a manic grin on his face.

There was nothing waiting for Lidia but a straight, lethal plunge to the water hundreds of feet below.

Im gonna freak out if she doesnt survive

Lidia let out a choked, bloody laugh as she died.

NOOOO

All because of this female before him.

Thank god

“We had almost reached the Haldren Sea when Apollion found the Griffin.”

GRIFFIN antiquities !!!

“For a world to emerge where these books will be truly safe at last.”

So she IS a good guy

“Because I’m your stupid, bumbling daughter. I landed here by accident—is that it?” She laughed, unable to help herself. “You probably even convinced yourself it was Luna sending you some sort of gift. That you were given the gods’ favor and this was destined by Urd.”

Dear lord shes a genius

Whistling to herself, propping the Starsword on a shoulder, Bryce strode out of the basement.

Giving aelin

The ground slid out from under Ruhn. The boy had Lidia’s face. Her coloring. Another boy to his left, also not mer, had dark hair and golden eyes. Lidia’s eyes.

WHAT

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

STFU

Bryce Quinlan swept through the doorway and winked at the Ocean Queen. “Tharion serves me.”

SCREAMING

Apollion lifted a hand. Pure, sizzling lightning danced around it, arcing out to meet Hunt’s. “Welcome, son,” said the Prince of the Pit.

He kissed her neck again, watching through heavily lidded eyes as her nipples pebbled,

This is so not the time

He extended the sword to Ithan. “Ithan Holstrom is my heir.”

FINALLY

A leap, a crunch of his impossibly strong jaws, and it was done.

HELLLLL YES

And as his howl finished echoing, he could have sworn he heard a male wolf’s cry float up from the Bone Quarter itself.

“And she,” the Under-King went on, gesturing to that unusual depiction of Urd towering above him, “was not a goddess, but a force that governed worlds. A cauldron of life, brimming with the language of creation. Urd, they call her here—a bastardized version of her true name. Wyrd, we called her in that old world.”

And the Under-King exploded into sparkling shards of ice.

Omg?

It confirmed what Lidia had long guessed. Why she had named Brannon after the oldest legends from her family’s bloodline: of a Fae King from another world, fire in his veins, who had created stags with the power of flame to be his sacred guards.

Three tiny white lights burned bright. Fire sprites. Simmering with power.

YAYYY

And as one flame, one unified people, as Bryce Quinlan had promised, their fire struck the enemy line.