Glow of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #2)

by Penn Cole

opportunities. Everyone always told me I was lucky to be born onto a wider path.” He glanced at me, his expression softening. “But it doesn’t feel wider when it’s a path you didn’t choose.”

“Diem darling, Luther is the Keeper of the Laws. It’s his job to enforce King Ulther’s rules.”

“I remember my own eyes, Luther. And my hair. They were the same color as Teller’s. Besides, the Descended have blue eyes, even the half-mortals.” “Only the Lumnos Descended. Each of the nine lines has a distinct eye color. Arboros is green, Montios is violet, Fortos is red—” “Are any of them grey?”

“They want us to feel small, Eleanor. They want us to be quiet, be predictable, be unimportant, behave. Then they make us think we deserve it. But I think they’re just terrified we’ll stop listening to them and start listening to each other. And do you know why they’re so scared of women like us?”

“It’s him.” He was transfixed, breathless. “The man I saw—the one who killed the mortal boy. That’s him.”

Aemonn not Luther

“Please, Henri,” I begged. “Stay with me. Rule with me. Be my King.”

Disgusting

“That if a man made you doubt whether his love for you would survive anything, he does not deserve you.”

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Gross

“No wonder Iléana hated me at first sight,” I muttered.

Luther keeping his enemy close?

“You’ve asked me why I serve you,” he said. “This, my Queen. This is why.”

I’d risen before dawn overwhelmed with guilt over Henri and determined to put Luther out of his misery with a firm but polite rejection.

OMG

It’s a reminder that no challenge can destroy the parts of us that truly matter. We’re not reborn in the flames. We’re revealed.”

Henri was not—an

Is he the killer?

Alixe had wandered to the scorched soil of my old home, where she knelt and held up a glittering onyx rock, turning it over in her hands.

hmmn

Luther’s menacing expression was unlike any I’d ever seen. His eyes were their own kind of weapons, tipped with poison and aimed to kill. His features were honed to a brutal razor’s edge, radiating a malice that had my breath catching.

He knows he can't be hurt

Both halves were necessary to make me whole, and I would not succeed in this war without accepting them both.

“The true measure of strength is not in the lives we take, but in the lives we save. Rhon Ghislaine, I spare your life today. Take your second chance and use it wisely—do not make me regret my mercy.”

stone twinkling like the surface of a sunlit sea, something hovered at the edge of my memory. Something familiar. Something important, but just out of reach.

did she create godstone after her dad died?