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

by Sarah J. Maas

His battered mouth parted in a feral smile, revealing bloodstained teeth. “Morning, sunshine.”

The party girl most of Midgard had labeled her, that Micah had believed her to be, until she was vacuuming up his fucking ashes.

still others said they’d been chosen by the Cauldron and spirited away somewhere.”

Is the cauldron a gate? Did nesta and elaine turn into fae bc they made the drop like bryce???

Theia had brought two daughters with her into Midgard: Helena, who’d been forced to wed Pelias, and another, whose name had been lost to history.

Here, they were called the Daglan.”

“Trust me, Holstrom, Captain Whatever can look after himself.”

The three fire sprites lay draped around her shoulders, dozing.

Well, alone apart from her fiery little cabal. Wherever Sigrid went, the sprites went with her.

Flynn said, crossing his muscled arms. Rithi, on his left shoulder, made an identical gesture.

“Remind me how it is that the three of you are considered some of the most feared warriors in this city?”

So Bryce sat. And ate. And threw peas at the monsters below.

“Two angels … and a Fae Prince … walk into … a dungeon …”

“What you were born to do—to accomplish the task for which your father brought you into existence,”

“What …” Nesta panted. “The …” Another breath. “Fuck.”

“Aside from the fact that I’m not an intergalactic colonialist creep?”

She found herself face-to-face with a scene depicting a great battlefield before the high walls of a city, Fae and winged horrors and snarling beasts all at war, entrenched in pain and suffering.

“Cassian’s waiting for you, Nesta,” Azriel said—tone gentling. “Take off the Mask.”

“And Feyre and Elain.” The silver flame flared at that. Then Azriel said, “Nyx is waiting, too.” The silver flame went out entirely.

“It means wherever he suspects she might be … it has him worried.”

“When we stop again … can you show me how that contraption works?”

“Trying to figure out what it does has been driving us all crazy.”

“We’re a pack,” Ithan said to Tharion, Flynn, and Dec. “It’s what we do for each other.” None of them contradicted it.

The double doors on the other side of the space creaked open to reveal the Viper Queen in a metallic gold jumpsuit and matching high-tops.

I imgine her as the funny girl from crazy rich asians

Cold fury tightened his features, but Nesta was smirking with something like approval.

They’d have their mother’s hair and temper, and his gray wings, and occasionally, he’d catch a glimpse of his own mother’s smile on their cherubic faces.

“We need you to be the Umbra Mortis. He’s a badass—he wouldn’t hesitate.”

“A badass,” Hunt said, “not a cannibal.”

“You were a worthy mate to Danika,”

“Silene,”

“She looks like Rhysand’s sister.”

Did she go to midgard is she ruhns mom

“I never thanked you.”

“For getting me out.”

Of the years before and after he became the High Lord of Night, and I his lady.

No one knew that the infant who sometimes glowed with starlight had inherited it from me. That it was the light of the evening star. The dusk star.

To leave this account for one whose blood will summon it, child of my child, heir of my heir. To you—I leave my story, your story.

Smiling, the Hawk picked it up like it was a shiny new toy.

Behind Rigelus’s back, the Hawk folded the fingers of Ruhn’s severed hand until only the middle one remained upright.

“Halo,” Hunt asked as solidly as he could, “or black crown?”

Declan asked the sprites, who had nestled into the drink holders up front.

“We burned it,”

Tharion could only gape as Malana pointed through the rear window, to where flames were now licking the night sky above the Meat Market.

“They don’t realize that you haven’t fed in thousands of years, and I can kick your ass.” “We realized it,” Nesta muttered.

World-walkers.”

“You speak his name very casually for a worm.”

“You could forge a path to enact your vision by clearing the minds of those before you.”

“They call him the Star-Eater. He ate Sirius. I have him on standby, waiting to come eat you, too.”

Places where the veil between worlds is thin, and magic naturally abounds. Our light thrives in such environments, sustained by the regenerative magic of the land.”

“And there are always certain people more suited to exploit it—to claim its powers, to travel through them to other worlds.”

“Perhaps they’ve at last learned what your father bred you to be.”

“Where have you been?” “There was a sample sale at the mall,”