Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

I hop off the chimney and grab onto the raised ledge of the roof, swinging my legs over the side to dangle above the street. Blowing out a breath, I let go and bite my tongue against a yelp as gravity yanks me toward the ground. With a soft thud I drop ungracefully into a merchant’s wagon brimming with hay.

Its giving "one jump. Ahead of the slowpokes. One skip. Ahead of my doom." so Aladdin

Several guards cross my path as I zigzag down streets, forcing me to slow down to steer clear of them. Every shop, corner, and street has been bestowed the gift of leering, white-uniformed law enforcers.

I'm beginning to see the comparison the hunger gamess

Peeking up through the curly bangs hanging in her hazel eyes, she looks at me as though I’ve just single-handedly eradicated the Plague rather than stolen fabric from a woman not much better off than we are. Like I’m the hero and not the villain.

Paedyn and Adena have a sweet friendship. Like chosen family.

A stabbing pain in my side has my drooping eyes flying open, drowsiness forgotten. The jagged stone jutting up from the alley floor has me groggily grumbling, “Mark my words, I’m going to steal a cot one day.”

That’s the second time the author fools me into suspense 🤭

Before he can even finish his remark, I’m pushing his sword to the ground and pinning it under my own before swiveling behind him. In one swift motion, I kick my boot up, sliding a dagger from it to settle the sharp tip against his back.

Ohhh okay so Kai is “him”

a glob of potatoes comes flying at my face. I don’t have the time or energy to duck before the mash joins the matted mud and dirt.

Ew. Bro get out of the kitchen and bathe, I’m begging

I zigzag through the crowd with ease, swiping apples from the cart that ran over my toes, the revenge as sweet as the crisp fruit I bite into.

Satisfying

The salty smell of fish basking in the sun atop merchant carts hangs in the air. Children scuttle in front of my path, laughing as they chase one another down the street. The sound of voices haggling and cursing is like a chorus to me, a tune I’m all too familiar with.

It’s giving Belle

In honor of the Great Purging over three decades ago, the Trials were created to showcase the people’s supernatural abilities and bring honor to the only Elite kingdom.

Sounds insane but okay

We stand there, staring at each other. I’m suddenly, acutely aware of every place he’s touching me. His strong arms are still wrapped around my waist and half holding me up, though his gaze feels like a caress in and of itself.

Lorrrrd girl

I’ve fought in battles, initiated interrogations, and conducted torture all while Kitt sat in on countless meetings, devised treaties, and spent his days beside a kinder king than the one I know. His days consisted of education, tutoring, and far more pleasant time spent with the father he loves so much.

It’s interesting to see the difference in the two brothers’ relationships with their father. Does kai resent kittens a little for this? They seem to have a pretty good relationship as brothers so far

hand. Dropping his hands from his gushing nose, he swings at me again, but I already knew it was coming. He always takes a step with his left foot before he punches.

She’s very observant. This reminds me of when cassian trained nesta

My hand clamped around my father’s cold one, holding it while I rocked back and forth, sobs shaking my body. I brushed his brown hair from his eyes, straightened his bloody clothes, whispered about all the memories we shared while begging him to come back to me so we could make more.

Cue me trying not to sob at the nail salon 🤧🤧 I wanna know how old Paedyn was when this happened? She met Adena at age 15 or 16 right? But her description of herself as a little girl makes me think she could’ve been 10 years old or something

But to my surprise, he tips his head back and barks out an authentic laugh, the sound rich like the chocolate I occasionally steal and deep like the Shallows Sea.

Blood trickles down his fingers from the reopened scabs, though he barely seems bothered.

I get that being a fighter means the blood and scabs don’t bother either of them but it is so gross for me, quit gushing blood everywhere and bandage yourself. I beg!!!

“Oh, and darling?” “Paedyn.” “You were right.” He takes another step backward. I huff out a sigh. “I’m not sure I should even listen to what you’re about to say since you didn’t address me by my name, which is—” “Paedyn,” the sound of my name from his lips cuts me off, “the ladies do love me.” And with a wink, he turns and strides out of the alley.

Good lord

Adena’s eyes are wide, her curly bangs clinging to her lashes

Wot

I watch her gaze trail over my shoulder to the door I’m currently blocking. She opens her mouth to say something, drawing my attention to the healing split in her bottom lip. On an impulse I can’t seem to ignore, my fingers catch her chin and lift her face up toward mine. She’s too stunned to move, and I take advantage of it. “I would have thought you could avoid a direct hit like this. Guess you’re not as skilled of a fighter as I thought.” I shrug and tilt her head toward the light, casually examining the angry cut in her lip. Oh, but she’s no longer standing there stunned, still, and silent. In one swift movement, she grabs my wrist from under her chin and twists it outward with a jerk, sending a shooting pain up my arm. Then she’s gripping my shirt and shoving me against the wall.

Note: audiobook kai pronounces wall=wool 🥴🐑

Heads turn when they hear my shoes on the polished floor, several pairs of eyes flicking from my face to the blood clinging onto my clothes. I ignore their stares, seeing that I was too tired to change and too hungry to care.

I doubt it would’ve made him any more late to change his shirt like cmon

The most powerful man paired with the most powerless woman.

Damn

Every bit of her is draped in silver. Not green. Not expected. Beautiful, bold, not blending in. A statement. A reminder of who she is and what she did. The women aren’t necessarily required to wear green to these balls,

Okay katniss level cvnt

don’t know if you were taught this in the slums, so let me enlighten you. Ilya’s kingdom color is green. Not silver.” I stiffen at the way she spat out the word slums, drawing even Sadie and Braxton from their quiet conversation to cast wary glances around the table. We all seem to be holding our breaths, awaiting Paedyn’s response. And she never seems to disappoint. After taking a slow sip from her glass, she meets Blair’s burning gaze. “Hmm. And did living in the palace teach you how to be a bitch?” Blair snaps.

LMAO !! We were all thinking it and miss paedyn went there. I’m living!!