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

by Sarah J. Maas

His light was not his own. His light had been stolen from the people of Midgard. He was a living gate, storing that power, and just as she’d taken it from the Gates this spring, just as it had fueled her Ascent, fueled her own power to new levels … now it became hers.

She blew a kiss to Lehabah. Through her tears, she turned back to Jesiba. “How? The secondlight—” “It took their power. But what is eternal, what is made of love … that can never be destroyed.”