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

by Sarah J. Maas

A click, loud as thunder, and the lid unlocked.

You dumb bitch.

“You’re as much of a monster as they are,” Nesta accused. Bryce knew. She’d always known. “Love will do that to you.”

I hate her.

A gunshot cracked like a thunderhead breaking. Pain ruptured through her chest, bone shattering, red washing over her vision. Lidia let out a choked, bloody laugh as she died.

A ten-mile run on the treadmill followed by a fuck-ton of weights would help. Maybe he’d get lucky and someone would be in the gym to spot him.

The arching prow had been carved like a stag’s head, twin lanterns hanging from the branches of its mighty horns.

Deer haveantlers, not horns.

He hadn’t realized how her hips swelled so invitingly before dipping to her waist.

Built in handles.

“Now I don’t fucking care who you are, so long as you’re mine.” Her eyes shot to his, again full of surprise. “Because I’m yours, Day. I’m fucking yours.”

Bryce exploded—into the twins’s minds, their bodies. Flooding them with starfire. A part of her recoiled in horror as their huge forms crumpled to the ground, steaming holes where their eyes had been. Where their brains had been. She’d melted their minds.

Bad. Ass.

Hunt’s lightning had— No. It wasn’t Hunt’s lightning that shone through the Autumn King’s rib cage.

Not a shadow.

“As I was saying,” Bryce drawled, “for the moment, I’m queen. I’m judge, jury …”

“And I’m your motherfucking executioner.”

“Please don’t fuck right next to us,” Flynn muttered from a few feet away.

To kick Sabine to the curb.”

Ithan has the cheesiest diaogue, istg.

Disgust roiled through him. He’d never once hated Bryce, but in that moment, as she doubted him, he did.

This makes sense to me

“We need a distraction for the Asteri. Hel won’t be enough. But an army of the dead, an army of the Fallen, will work nicely. An army that won’t have to die again. And Isaiah and Naomi are going to lead them.”

Wht's this? More LOTR plagiarism?

“We … we all make bad decisions.” He blew out a breath. “Gods, that sounded dumb.”

So has all your dialogue, my guy.

She palmed her breast, squeezing, rolling her hard nipple between her fingers.

That's hot

“Set the fear aside,” Ruhn said, offering her the honesty she’d so often given him. “Focus on the task, not the what-ifs.”

Jesiba’s brows rose, and a bit of the prickly sorceress he knew returned. “Of course she does. Do you know how hard it is to find a competent assistant?”

“What the fuck, Quinlan?” Hunt muttered,

If I had a dollar for every time Hunt says this in this book, I could buy a boat.

“Oh, Rhys will be fine, Cassian,” Ember said—in the Fae’s language.

I ship these two. Cassian is a MILF slayer.

Cassian grinned, and, well, Bryce could see why Nesta might be into a male who looked like that.