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

by Carissa Broadbent

Words had always been my most valuable weapon—more

Asar had, I’d learned, a delightful variety of sounds of displeasure. The man could express the deep woes of being surrounded by idiots without any words at all. It was really impressive.

“I won’t let you die here because you’re too ashamed to live,

“She can mean it and it can still be untrue.”

“You asked me what love should feel like,” he murmured. I tensed as his lips brushed my inner thigh. “It should make you think of nothing else.”

I closed my eyes. For a time, I’d feared I was forgetting what the sun had felt like. Now, for some reason, the recollection came to me so easily. “It feels like waking up rested after a long nap. Or like going to sleep knowing you’ll awaken safely. It feels warm and comforting. A fresh dawn makes you believe that the future can be better than the present.”