Of Deathless Shadows (Alkrose Academy, #1)

by K.M. Moronova

Love is an expensive piece of bullshit, and its price is your fucking soul.

isn’t that the fuck of it all.

“The war is here, oh my fucking gods, run!”

“The Shadow that chose you keeps the vessel safe. Heals your flesh from mild wounds.

But if her Shadow could heal her that quickly, I know the power in her veins is comparable to my own. Velis has never taken a liking to anyone else’s Shadow before.

“Because you have a Deathless Shadow now, sweetheart. As I do. Yours is similar to mine, it seems. It has devoured your initial trauma to keep its host sane.

That’s going in the fucking mind vault.

These are bones… so bones of the gods hold power.

He smiles. I can’t help but think Rowan has one of the cheesiest smiles I’ve ever seen. It’s the kind that looks like he has a secret, or has to fucking fart.

Shittest writing

Amser circles my heart and caresses it like it’s a precious thing. Then it joins me, becoming a visceral and very real part of my being. Its voice and presence are separate from mine yet the same all at once. We walk in parallel lines, together but in different realities.

Can pain change you? I halt at the entrance of the hollow as Terra’s words swirl in my head. Why am I thinking of that right now? No, of course it can’t. You are born with your characteristics… who you are. Pain can influence you but it can’t change you. We’ve had this argument for years.

Betrayed Heirah. I stare at the flames that take my beloved town. My own nation did this—they worked with Fernestia to bring destruction to their own country.

I press my hand over Elias’s forehead and hold out my index and middle fingers. Twelve blue ticks of light surround my hand and my brain instantly registers that it’s a clock. Time. I have the power of time? Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Edgar is our prized Nova. The creation that we’ve tirelessly worked to find. He’s been gifted with the Shadow of Dark Matter. The corrupted one of the great Novas. He has affected you, all in a way, just by being grouped with you. Look into his eyes.”

Monsters beckon to their own—call each other out from the darkness. No matter the shameful or horrific things we keep in the dark, we share them and become more insidious together in our grim union.