Fate & Furies (The Legends of Thezmarr, #3)

by Helen Scheuerer

Thea’s mind was unyielding, her body was strong, but her heart… It was her heart that needed mending. When the light faded and Thea once more felt the cool marble beneath her feet, her eyes were wide open.

This girl is a hot mess, but unlike with other FMCs, I actually get it

‘If you only have a year left, then live it well, and live it with me at your side.’ He said it as though it were simple. Perhaps it was. ‘Thea… What measure of time is enough to be life-changing?’

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‘There you are, Princess.’

‘When I stand against the gods at the end of my days,’ he told her fiercely, ‘I will regret nothing. Not the lies I’ve told, nor the lives I’ve claimed or the rivers of blood I’ve spilt. I do not regret a single moment, because every one of them led me to you.’

Her gaze was forced back to the glass, where she was broken apart for all to witness: her streak of cruelty, her self-obsession, her pig-headedness and her disregard for others.

For the heartbeat she sought to feel beneath her skin wasn’t there. There was nothing but hollowness, and the kiss of malice against her soul. Not that of monsters and evil tyrants, but her own. It tasted of her. It knew her.

She would not choose. She had been made to choose her whole life. No longer. She had proven to within an inch of her life that she was strong of body, strong of mind, and at long last, strong of heart. Thea gripped the dagger and raised her chin in defiance, ready to meet her fate. ‘Even the smallest blade can make a difference,’ she murmured. She tasted rain in the wind. And then, the air crackled. Thea breathed her first easy breath, recognising the call of the storm, recognising the surge as her own power, of which she had barely scratched the surface. Until now. I am the storm. The words echoed in her mind like a mantra. Thea took hold of that kernel of magic inside and let it bloom, let it unfurl into something fierce and unforgiving.

The Fury touched the tip of her finger to the sharp point of the blade, and suddenly Thea could see it unfolding… The star shower with which the Furies themselves had struck the kingdom, a blur of bright, brilliant streaks across the night sky. The crater forming deep in the earth below, singing with their power, their magic. Now, Thea held it in her hands. At long last, she’d found the missing piece of herself… and it had been forged with blood and steel.