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

by Sarah J. Maas

My mother returned that day with only Pelias and my father’s blades. As she had helped Make them, they answered to the call in her blood. To her very power. Bryce knew that call. Had been hearing it since she arrived in this world. A chill rippled down her spine. And then she took the Trove for herself. Theia sat, enthroned, the Harp and Horn beside her, the Mask in her lap, and the Crown atop her head. Unchecked, limitless power sat upon that throne. Bryce could barely get a breath down. The Theia who Aidas had spoken so highly of … she was a murdering tyrant? As if in answer, Silene said, Our people bowed—what other option did they have in the face of such power? And for a short span, she ruled. I cannot say whether the years were kind to my people—but there was no war. At least there was that. “Yeah,” Bryce seethed, more to Silene than the others, “at least you guys had that.”