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

by Briar Boleyn

“Who is attacking them? More raiding parties?”

Why author? You KNOW she knows already, but you have her asking this dumb ass question…

Sir Ector’s dark face flushed. “That’s asinine. If something should happen to your brother, why, Morgan, you’re our only...” “Your what?” I shot back.

OMG. I knew the incredibly stupid and immature Morgan wasn’t far from the surface…

“He’s right, Morgan, and you know it,” Dame Halyna said reasonably.

Sir Ector said it reasonably as well…

“I admire your tenacity,” Hawl’s voice boomed out. “But the female’s wing is hardly healed.”

I was thinking the same thing when she said it was “nearly healed” yesterday. So she wants Draven’s big heavy ass to ride on an Exmoor with a barely healed wing…

“Besides, I’ve thought of an idea. Sunstrike’s wing is newly healed. If she’ll permit it, I’ll ride her, and Nightclaw will take Draven. That should lighten Sunstrike’s load a little at the very least.”

What! She actually thought ahead! Good job, Morgan.

“Brightwind is farther than the Ellyria Mountains from Camelot,” Galahad pointed out. I wished he hadn’t. “Hours are better than days,” I said firmly. “They could be under siege as we speak. But for all we know, the real battle may be yet to begin.”

Soooo, how about fly to a stitcher then instead. I’m sure that’s actually the fastest route.

Sir Ector cleared his throat. “If the court stitcher arrived like this, it suggests King Mark was directly attacked. We must prepare ourselves. The king himself may be dead. Tintagel may already be lost.”

Can’t find out still standing there talking…

I didn’t know if the last thing Ulpheas had done was stitch to us... or if I had somehow stitched him here myself.

OMFG…. WTF.

In the midst of my nightmarish battle of minds with my father, had I somehow sensed Ulpheas’s similar distress and instinctively stitched him to Camelot?

Are we really serious right now???

Especially when we still had no idea who was responsible for Draven’s instantaneous arrival in the dungeons in the first place. It might have been me who did it—or it might have been him.

OMFG! Are we going to ignore Excalibur? Or the fact that there was a bright glow and that glow normally was emitted from Excalibur? Has she even discussed it with Draven who also saw he cut her finger? I mean, it might have been a combination of the two, Morgan and Excalibur. But for her to say she has no clue… OMG.

Draven’s hand gripped my arm gently, pulling me away from the group

Isn’t he still holding Ulpheas? Don’t recall him putting him down.

“There’s another possibility, Morgan,” Draven murmured. “Oh?” I said lightly, wondering if we’d been thinking along the same lines. “You know I came to you once. Perhaps if we tried it together now...” “No.” Some warning prickled at the back of my mind. “No.” I shook my head. “It wouldn’t work.”

What in the name of the Three! We just gone have Draven also fall down stupid lane to give Morgan this power, to make it a real thing… Lordt

I gripped his hand before he could stride away. “Thank you. For... everything. For not doubting me just now.”

And so she’s not going to tell him about her dream and that it’s possible her father may have found her? Why does the author think it logical for Morgan to never communicate when things happen and at the same time acknowledge that Morgan is new to the world of fae and magic and all that. Wouldn’t sharing what you know with others that may have more knowledge than you atm be more helpful? Ridiculous.

“In dreams as in life,” I whispered back, tears threatening the corners of my eyes as I remembered our cottage. I couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not until this was over.

Why does that even make sense? “I can’t tell him that I met my father in a true dream and he burned down our cottage. Also, instead of forcing myself to wake like I did before, I allowed him to touch me and get inside my mind so that he could locate me and he’s probably attacking Tintagel right now and possibly killed Ulpheas. No, I’m just gone wait and let him be blindsided when we run into him in a few hours. Then after this is over, I’ll tell him our cottage is burned. Cuz THAT is when it will matter, that’s the important part about the entire dream.” Dumbest Heoine Ever.

But Sunstrike and I were in tune in a different way. The younger battlecat was swift and light, yes, but also inexperienced.

That makes it sound like you’re not in tune at all…

She had carried me stoically this far, but now I sensed her weariness.

Which is exactly why you should have let this recently recovered exmoor rest after traveling so far instead of charging her right into battle. Y’all could have both rode Nightclaw as you have before. But, you’re stupid so… 🤷🏽‍♀️

“Why send out those raiding parties if this was what my father had all along?” I demanded. “What was the point?”

You demanded… How the hell is he supposed to know? Also, do y’all really have time to be chit chatting? The author picks the wrong time to get sidetracked and have them ramble on in senseless conversations.

She was young and nimble, if lacking experience.

And how many times must we go over the fact that she is inexperienced?

Beside us soared Nightclaw. If Hawl was right, the older exmoor was the veteran of countless battles. He moved with a sure and primal grace. Astride him sat my mate, commanding shadows as easily as one might wield a blade. Below us, the dark fae foot soldiers now found themselves confronting forces beyond their darkest imagining.

We already know what’s going on. Why the need to recap? Maybe with all the rambling the author herself forgot where we were and what they were supposed to be doing.

I watched as huge lines of my father’s foot soldiers convulsed and then collapsed, lifeless husks in armored forms.

You need to be focused on your on set of enemy troops instead of watching him! What the hell sense does that make? Watching him… 🙄🙄

We didn’t have the same bond as the one Nightclaw and I shared,

No shit! Really? How many times will you say that?

My mate’s eyes never left the general

Just like yours shouldn’t have until he was gone. This is a battle honey… it’s clear the author doesn’t know how to write a battle scene. Chitchats in the sky, allies being slaughtered while they talk, watching her mate shadow kill people while she should be looking at and burning her own group of enemies… sorry as hell.

We could not leave the leader of our enemy’s forces standing to fight another day.

Oh, now you understand… I wonder if that fae is one of your fae brothers….

Before I could move Sunstrike into position, Draven had beat me to it.

First of all, Draven was the one looking at and plotting on attacking and killing the general. You wasn’t even thinking about that until you at him and figured out what he was thinking by what he was doing. So why in the hell would you even be about to position Sunstrike to do anything when it was Draven’s kill to begin with? How did he “beat you to” something he was planning to do in the first place while you were busy doing nothing, content watching their retreat? 🙄🙄

It left me filled with a strange and wild joy and pride that could easily have turned to desire.

But of course it could…

I watched in horror as soldiers fell like discarded ragdolls,

Again, you watched. You saw what was happening, saw the battle at move and let them through, saw them move forward and dive, knowing who was down below… and you just…. watched…

I looked at Draven, horrorstruck. If Tintagel could not hold the line, what hope did we have?

And still, no action…

Again and again, the raptors struck, diving in and out, plucking men and women into their gaping maws.

And y’all just watching…. And while y’all are watching that, doing nothing, where did their battle cats go?

I saw knights riding back and forth and shouting commands and encouragement,

While you just watched… how many minutes have passed while all of this is going on? Nd you’re just watching it happen…

Our allies on the ground were doing their best to counter the airborne threat.

While you’re in the air doing nothing to counter the airborne threat…

“What are we waiting for?” I screamed at Draven.

Why are you screaming at him though. He’s not stopping you from helping. You’re just choosing to watch.

Surely two riders on two battlecats were better than one.

Doesn’t seem to be the case at the moment.

We could cover more ground.

Yep, y’all could WATCH from different angles… 🙄🙄

I watched a raptor toss a screaming young soldier up in the air then snap him in half with its merciless beak. I’d had enough.

So a hundred had to die needlessly for you to finally reach your breaking point? 🙄🙄

But before it could close its beak, I sent a searing cascade engulfing its nearest wing, melting the leathery flesh

Why didn’t you shoot it into its mouth since it was open…

I watched as soldiers on the ground immediately ran towards it and finished the raptor off,

They wouldn’t have had to if only you’d shot it in the mouth… waste of manpower.

The sky radiated with the panicked cries of our fae foes and their winged beasts. I grinned until my face hurt.

You grinned at this little win, after saying it was an entire legion of airborne soldiers coming this way? Yep. We hot all the time in the world to watch Draven and smile right now…

The ambush unfolded, and there was nothing I could do.

Shoot a fireball maybe… 🙄🙄

desperately trying to draw his attention to me. What happened next, I had not expected. I succeeded.

Your purpose was to draw his attention away from Draven, you did, but that wasn’t what you expected?

Now the attacker raised his hands. Pulling off his helm, he held it beneath one arm as he looked across the skies at me.

So this general is going to be your brother then, otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken off his helmet. I think. I’m pretty sure.

There was a look in the fae’s eyes that sent a jolt of recognition through me I could not place.

You can’t place it but literally just remembered the scene with your brothers slicing a mortal woman I half few minutes ago… ridiculous.

Bounced? No. He had not bounced me. He had dangled me, screaming, from a balcony

Wow… his version of what had happened though… 🤣🤣🤣

And then you were too stupid

That’s the statement of the century concerning Morgan…🤣🤣🤣

In horror, I realized I had opened myself. Alerted my father to my presence here somehow. By drawing on my magic—fueled by the markings. By leaving the safety of Camelot and its proximity to Avalon. And lastly, by carrying Excalibur with me into battle. Was the blade truly still so attuned to him that he had sensed its presence with me?

In horror you realize? HE JUST SAID ALL OF THOSE EXACT THINGS TO YOU! Why is this written like she had an epiphany and thought of all of this on her own? What is the author thinking!

“Nightclaw didn’t want to be our father’s mount any longer,” I said angrily. “And it sounds as if our father should really be used to such losses by now.”

I just realized that the human red still being slaughtered down there while this conversation is taking place. I bet the King is down there thinking of how horrible his assistance is right about now hovering in the air chit chatting while his people are dying.

He smiled a secretive smile.

His secretive smile makes it seem like he’s distracting them while something else is going on, other than all the humans dying by his legion of troops…

It was a cruel and familiar sound. A prickle crossed my skin as I wondered if I sounded anything like that when I laughed. He was family, after all.

How would you not kin if you sounded cruel when you laughed?

One swept towards Draven, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Nightclaw veer and heard Draven shout. The other sped towards me. I lifted my hands to ward off the expected blow that never came, and as I did, I heard Sunstrike cry out in pain and fear.

Idiot. Both you and Draven. Why even talk to him…?

The air roared past, screaming over my ears as it tore at my clothes

Don’t you have on metal armor though?

For a moment, I actually struggled against it, but the force was too strong.

But not open your eyes though… 🙄🙄