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

by Carissa Broadbent

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

Let him unravel. Let me see what he looked like in the ruins of all that self-control. Let him drown my grief and my sadness beneath the exquisite sin of his touch.

this man whom I’d come to see so much of myself in. This man who devoted himself eternally to righting wrongs and fixing the broken things that no one else cared about. This man who saw light in the darkness and heard music in the silence.

If I were the god of the sun, I would have given her endless dawns and warm hearths. If I were the god of the sea, I would have given her cool rains on hot nights and currents that always brought her home. If I were the god of vitality, I would have given her sweet fruit and spring flowers. I would have given her anything, everything,