Spark of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #1)

by Penn Cole

Close enough to smell the cedar and leather of his woodsy musk.

I always love the scent descriptions- makes me want to go find this in candle scent!

Five minutes, I conceded. You get five minutes to feel sorry for yourself. Then you get up, and you get back to work.

I say this to myself- so I appreciate this one.

“I didn’t need help. I took care of it like any other patient. Silverworm to numb the pain, a little distraction, a sharp tug—and it’s done.” I smirked. “Just like magic.” Her head cocked. “And you’re sure the bone set?” “I’m trying not to be insulted, Maura.” “It’s just...” She trailed off, frowning. “Descended bones are strong. Stronger even than iron. Mortals don’t have the strength to move them.” That couldn’t be right. I had clearly felt the girl’s bone shift under my hands and heard the crunch as it slid into place. “Perhaps it’s easier with the young ones,” I guessed. Maura shook her head. “The toddler had several that needed to be set, and the first Descended I asked couldn’t even shift them. She had to call in one of the stronger males to help.”

you just did a thing you weren't really supposed to be capable of...definitely a sign of things to come.

The spiked, scaled head of a sea dragon. The wings and front talons of an eagle. The body of a lion. Kings of the sea, sky, and land—all transformed into a single beast. The fearsome amalgamation was the stuff of nightmares, unlike any other creature in our world.

Gryphon! love this description

Ever since giving up the flameroot, my emotions had become an out-of-control firestorm, threatening to char everything in its path.

it's almost as if your mom was giving you medicine for a reason...

She shrugged and tucked the coin purse back into her brassiere. “Suit yourself. But whatever you do or don’t do, sweetheart, do it for yourself. Don’t choose a mediocre life for a mediocre man. Go be exceptional. If he’s worth it, he won’t judge you. And if he’s really the one, he’ll come along for the ride.”

Yes!

“Luther, you arrogant prick, come over here and talk to me!”

lol, just calling out the Prince in front of everybody

Luther strode through the now-widened entrance, his fearsome profile haloed by the bright city lights beyond, and our eyes met in the darkness. We both froze in place as something ancient, something profound passed between us. It was a primal force that transcended word and thought, as powerful as a crack of lightning, a child’s first breath, the endless depth of the sea. It was not of this world but entirely woven within it. It warmed my blood with a calming peace I’d never known, yet filled me with the terrible dread of a fate I could not avoid.

ah, this moment is one of my favs always, when that first pull really sets in- when they both feel the connection-

It smelled heavenly. Masculine. Fresh, earthy moss and damp cedar. Old, tanned leather with a peppery musk. It smelled like my beloved forest. It smelled like home.

another great scent description- I can smell it in my mind, lol

“You think I fear my own death?” he whispered in my ear. “Every day I draw breath is as much a curse as a gift. I’ve been living on borrowed time for longer than you can imagine. If you’re the way my fate finally catches up to me, I can’t fathom a more beautiful end.”

Sir! ....I have no words

“Diem—you’re wearing the Crown. You’ve been selected. You are the new Queen of Lumnos.”

Hot damn!