The Songbird & the Heart of Stone (Crowns of Nyaxia, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

Or perhaps gods, like mortals, are simply mesmerized by their own damnation.

But the Shadowborn were like ghosts. They manipulated reality itself. They drank up the darkness like wine and relished the notes of fear within it.

One day, the whispers would make legends of Raihn and Oraya, too, and I looked forward to hearing them.

She looked at him like he was a question answered. He looked at her like she was the only one worth asking.

“Ah.” Her lips brushed the crest of my ear. “He likes you. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.

“She is very interesting. I see why you enjoy her. Another attractive curiosity. But she only knows how to love things she can fix, and there is no fixing you, is there?”

“Or perhaps that’s why you would be so perfect for each other. A girl who can only love broken things, and a boy so broken he can only love what he cannot have. A perfect match.”

I smell fate upon you, its voice echoed. But I also smell hunger.

“We all have ghosts in our pasts, Iliae. We can’t give them the power to define our futures, too.”

He had said that Psyche would try to draw us in. It would offer us bait. Bait. We were each other’s bait.

“My cold soul cares for little in this life or the next, but it cares deeply for Asar. And perhaps I could tell you that you should be careful about how much of yourself you sacrifice to your sun god, because once that man decides that he cares for you, he will never stop. Not ever. Your sacrifice will become his, and I fear that fractured stone heart of his cannot bear another blow.”

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my wee little heart

I’m not crying you’re crying

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