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

by Sarah J. Maas

Amren surveyed Bryce from her blood-splattered neon-pink shoes to her high ponytail.

This is really fucking funny

The female turned her head toward him with a smooth motion that Bryce had only seen from possessed dolls in horror movies.

“Thousand?” Nesta whirled as Bryce jumped from the last stone onto the bank, pebbles skittering from beneath her sneakers. “In that tiny thing? You recorded it all?” “No—there’s a whole industry of people whose job it is to record it, and again, I don’t know how it works.”

LOL

The Helhound needed no further explanation before crawling up to the machine gun.

Why is thuz so fucking funny

“You need a spotter for that much weight,” Hunt warned, pausing near the bench where the angel shifter grunted under the bar, dark wings splayed beneath him. “You should have asked.”

like that Night Court dude.”

Thank you SJM for making me laugh when i need it

He had to get to Avallen. Had to get Sigrid back. Only with her, with an alternate Fendyr heir to lead the wolves … Only then could changes begin. A new future. For all of them.

Hes def the alpha/ will be new leader

“Welcome, son,” said the Prince of the Pit.

Jaw on floor

“Because she has the video footage of what I did to Micah.”

I would pay milions for this

The memory of Baxian’s reptilian armor flashed through Hunt’s mind.

Awwww why do i love him. I STG if he dies…

This one seemed inclined to play rock star, with his torn black jeans dangling precariously off his prominent hip bones and an array of tattoos scattered over his unnervingly pale torso. No shirt to be seen. He’d bothered with ass-kicking black boots, left partially untied at the tops, and he’d strapped twin black leather bracelets at his wrists.

Be so fr LOL

Wyrd, we called her in that old world.”

Screaming

Hunt’s power buzzed through him again, in his very bones— No. That wasn’t his power buzzing through him. It was his phone.

Bahahahaha

The idiot had done it to keep her from harm, so he’d face Pollux alone.

Actually so fucking stupid

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.

She was not the scared female she’d been a week ago, running from him down the

WAIT. Youre telling me its been only a week???????

Sasa, Rithi, and Malana currently perched on a takeout container, watching an episode of Veiled Love on Hunt’s phone where he’d propped it up against his water bottle.