Knight of the Goddess (Blood of a Fae, #4)

by Briar Boleyn

“About Kaye?” I asked sharply. Camelot had many healers and the foremost of them had been brought to the castle over the last few weeks.

Feed the damn Exmoor! OMG! The author’s lack of focus is killing me!

The circus had gone on long enough, and our exmoors had been more than patient.

Why doesn’t she just connect with his mood like she just did and see how he really feels about it.

I knew they’d sensed me entering, so for a moment, I simply watched.

Sensed you? When big doors just opened and closed upon your entry? Supposed they didn’t hear that. 🙄🙄

I’d only requested this of him once before, and that had been my mate.

What? Here we go rewriting the history of the story again. She didn’t request a dang thing. Draven just got on him when she was too busy being immature and arguing about nothing while the castle was under attack by the Valtain.

Then I saw the little girl was still there, waving her tiny stuffed Sunstrike eagerly.

Yeah, I was hoping she’d get some attention.

“No matter what came before. I hope you know that.” Had I? Had I known that? “I know,” I said softly.

What?

“There is an expression. ‘The calm before the storm.’ They say it in Lyonesse.”

Wow… even claiming common expressions now for content?

At the time, I thought she meant Kaye.

Is it not the current time? What is this?

When I’d run out of breath, I’d finally left.

She ran out of breath in only an hour. Unbelievable with how much she rambles on about nothing…

The shadows shifted as if in surprise. Then they began to dissolve. I caught the look on Draven’s face as he turned towards me, face illuminated by the flames. Weary numbness, a driven intensity, quickly replaced by sheer shock. I felt a little surge of triumph. “You singed me,” he said accusingly.

Now, from Draven’s POV when the last chapter ended, there was a completely different mood. He seemed to be happy or rather elated that his “light” shown through his darkness and shadows, like she was saving him or breaking the lock on him, the trance he was in. In her POV, it’s was a petty challenge to break through his shadows and get the upper hand or in some way show that she had the upper hand. If that was intentional, that’s fine. But it clearly was not intentional to have the complete polar opposite POVs for the same incident. The author just last consistency. Has done it several times though, so she was consistent with that part at least..

I laughed. “I could have done worse if I’d been trying.”

Was that really necessary to say? Starting to think the author needs anger management classes because almost everything that comes out of Morgan’s mouth is borderline confrontational, if not straight out confrontational and uncalled for, if it’s just not completely stupid in a “I just had to have the last word” kind of way… petty and immature.

I shrugged. “Flame wielders need a sparring room, too.”

So how about you designate a specific place for that since the castle is under your control as the “eldest” child of Uther Pendragon and the only “Pendragon” capable of doing so PLUS the only flame wielded in the country of Pendarth atm. 🙄🙄

Kaye is in some sort of nightmarish endless sleep and I’ve been preoccupied with him.

How do you know it’s nightmarish? Could be peaceful or whatever on his end…

We hardly talk about her. But she’s a constant pain in your heart.”

And that’s exactly why we haven’t heard hide nor hair about her being mentioned AT ALL this entire time. Yep, she sure is a pain in his heart… sc.

Destroying the grail, the sword. Finding the spear. We don’t even know where to start.

Firstly, you don’t even know HOW to destroy such magical weapons! That should be the first thing you figure out. You don’t know if you’re supposed to destroy them altogether or one by one in a specific order or anything! But the author has you acting like finding the spear is the next most important thing. For Al you know, getting them all together in the same place might be catastrophic! But nope… the author doesn’t wish to elaborate on the basic principles… just making it up as she goes and leaving it that way, no afterthought of editing involved.

“At the very least, for your sake. Because your heart is aching for her loss. Aching not knowing what’s happened to her. Please don’t think I don’t know that.”

Again, now she knows what he’s thinking and feeling, even though NOTHING in his behavior has shown anything of the sort about him thinking about Rychel… (because the author failed to put in some hints and clues to show that), because the author wants to squeeze that in there, just like her forgetting about Kaye for a very long time in another book…and even Lancelet if I’m not mistaken.

“But we’re going right into danger. Into the worst of it. And I don’t know if we’ll be coming out again.” My eyes widened. “Is that really what you think? You?” Draven of all people was the source of my hope. My optimism. It felt wrong to hear him sound so bleak. “We’re coming out again,” I promised him, with more surety than I felt. “We’ll succeed. We’ll be together.”

Girl, YOU couldn’t even win over a HUMAN with stolen fae powers without Draven and Excalibur’s intervention! But the author has you saying your weak ass is optimistic about winning against your father, the most powerful and oldest fae there is? Again, this is exactly why the author shouldn’t have had you defeated SO MANY TIMES in one on one fights. There is nothing that shows you are strong enough to do ANYTHING alone. Nothing. You only succeed when you are aided, two against one in your favor. Anyone else realize that who’s reading this?

Like with Fenyx. I’ll do anything to stop it.”

See, even Draven knows she’s weak without him. She’s useless, despite having lil that power at her fingertips, literally.

To have him always be the strongest one, the one I could lean on.

And he still is, even like this. Says a lot about you.

Fashioned from a rich, dark wood, its surface displayed an intricate design of carved thorns and blossoming roses.

Don’t tell me, she’s going to sit on it and suddenly it will make everything right with the world… or at least Draven and maybe Camelot… 🙄🙄

“Now I know you’re fucking with me.” Draven’s voice had turned slightly hoarse.

And why would he turn hoarse? Ridiculous. The whole comment is ridiculous

I parted my thighs slowly, then ran my hands down over my leather trousers.

Oh course this would turn sexual for absolutely no reason at all…

But then, I’d already known my nipples were hard. They’d been hard ever since I’d come up with this unhinged, probably catastrophic idea.

So this was the original idea about the throne? The throne that you are holding out for your 12 year old little brother to sit on? Ew.

My backbone was steel.

Laughable. The things the author has her say…

We were doing this because I couldn’t fucking wait long enough for him to carry me back up to our bedroom or take me against a wall in some cramped broom closet.

Is that really why? Because I was sure it was because you wanted to distract him by sitting on the throne…

“Now. Here on this throne. I want to leave traces of your juices all over this fucking chair. Let’s call it a belated present for Arthur.”

That will be ultimately gifted to a 12 year old in his stead… real smooth big bro…

I shimmied out of my trousers, then let Draven pull my tunic over my head for good measure. Then my underthings.

Nothing to cover anything if someone does happen to walk by or in there, huh…

A low chattering. Unmistakable. The sound of nobles.

The same nobles that were kissing Arthur’s ass and taken bribes in order for the non-evil, innocent and righteous people to survive longer? Were they even sorted out or did they all just get pardoned? Again, things that should matter being left out.

“I can be naked next time.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I’ll send for the empress herself and...”

Of course that’s who he’d send for…

“Took you long enough.” I gasped as he shifted his fingers against my swollen clit, stroking it until I whimpered loudly. A heat was building inside me as the shadows swirled and shifted around us.

Shouldn’t she have already erupted by now since right before the shadows she was already about to burst? But now she can make a response to Draven? Ridiculous.

Marks of your resilience, testaments to your strength.”

Right…

Later, we lay in bed. Breathless from another wild coupling.

Did they ever get dinner though… we seem to skip practical things in this book for sex…

“Arthur was only mortal. What something else could there be?”

And here we go again… forgetting the entire reason Orcades bred the baby in the first place. The prophecy. Topping kings, plural, baby blessed in spring…. She has to be something different, something powerful. 🙄🙄 The author does a great job of making her character look stupid while trying to maintain sense of intrigue and mystery… and it’s incredibly stupid.

I propped myself up on my elbow, a little alarmed. “What? What’s that supposed to mean?” I started to imagine a flammable infant. What if Medra had powers like my own... only could access them much, much sooner?

1st. Rychel doesn’t have flames so that’s not how she blew up the castle so the comment doesn’t make sense. 2nd Medra IS NOT your birth child so why would you fear and feel like she’d inherited your flame power in the first place! He was comparing Medra to Rychel yet somehow it ended up being centered around you and YOUR abilities or how YOU may have developed quickly as a child as a half fae brought up as a human but YOU ARE NOT half-fae! Like WTF, author get it together!

“Even with magic, we can’t always protect ourselves,” I reminded him softly.

But… you never did… even when you had magic. 🙄🙄

He could not show it no matter how he struggled. Eventually he gave up, his face returning to its glacial state.

Lmao!

Then it cleared into an arrogant serenity I hated. “In that case, you must return to me. Surely you cannot doubt me if that is what she believed.”

Why does that make sense to you, sir. 1 plus 2 does not equal 2…

I struggled for calm. “I know what you did. To the children of Valtain. Your own peoples’ children.”

No you don’t. You only know what Orcades thinks happened.

“Oh, and you would educate me, I suppose? Turn me into, what? Someone like you?”

Why wouldn’t she admit that she does know it…?

I was tempted to tell him then that I was an empress

And that would be a dumb move… If he is as powerful as he claims to be, he could attack Myntra while your’re on an entirely different continent…

“Where did your mother take you?” he demanded finally, apparently unable to see all that he wished.

Oh, so he doesn’t realize he almost had her killed by messing with Arthur’s head through both Florian and Fenyx…

The threat made my throat constrict. “Love,” I whispered. “You speak of love. But how is this love, Father?”

Wimp. Where did all the fierceness she exhibited early about going to find him and getting Rychel back go? Why not say, “No worries. You will face me soon enough as I will find you first.” Or something that goes hard like that, putting on a brave face. She is so weak! Ugh!

“But why? Why do you need me so badly? You have other children. Orcades... You had Orcades...” Too late, I stopped.

Idiot… Just tell yourself to wake up because you are an idiot when by yourself…

He snatched a hand out towards me. I was caught by the arm.

And you let him get that close… right after talking about how his compulsion had no power over you… idiot.

“Who the fuck is it?” Draven bellowed. His face was dark with frustration. Unable to act, unable to help. “Now isn’t the best time,” I called, trying to temper his words and guessing it was probably some poor servant with a breakfast tray. Though it was far too early for breakfast.

Okay, so… you wake up to a man that has had his throat shot apart inside your bedroom who happens to be a stitcher… which means he likely stitched from wherever he was shot to there, and then someone knocks on your door at this ungodly hour immediately after this man falls dead and you tell them to go away? Not thinking the two things may be related and that there’s danger? Was the author’s mind present when this book was written?

I had destroyed the one connecting the two temples,

See what happens when you’re impulsively stupid. Could have already had a bridge…

but a new one had been built on the rooftop of the Camelot castle. Its companion arch in Noctasia was not yet complete.

And here at thought they had to figure out how to make a bridge since it had been so long since one had been built or even used… now they can just make them at will…🤔

“Tintagel has been attacked. King Mark is besieged. Ulpheas came to warn us, yes, but to also seek our aid.”

Hadn’t Tintagel been attacked when the book started? Wasn’t that the entire reason Ulpheas was there? 🙄🙄 Lordt. All over the place…

“Guinevere, what did you see?” I interrupted. Lancelet stopped talking. “She was convulsing on the floor when I found her,” Kasie said softly. “A vision, I think.”

Wow… Really Kasie? I mean, she just asked her what did she see, which implies she knows it was a vision… Really author?