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

by Carissa Broadbent

In times of great darkness, humans crawl to light like flies to the gleaming silver of a spider’s silk. These are the souls that gods feast upon. No one loves you more than someone who has no one else.

It is giving Gwi-Ma

This is the tale of how a chosen one falls. She does it screaming, clawing for her old life with broken fingernails. She does it slowly, over the course of decades. And in the end, she takes the whole forsaken world with her.

The tug on my mind had me taking a few steps before I could stop myself. But then I stopped short, pushing back against the pressure on my thoughts. “Don’t do that,” I snapped. Irritation flashed over Asar’s face, but so did something much more satisfying—surprise. “Just ask nicely,” I muttered. “That’s all!” I joined him at the edge of the glyph circle. I could feel his gaze on me for a long moment, as if he was considering saying something. “What?” I said. He shook his head and turned to the body. “I need your help with this.”

I really did think Asar would refuse to answer. But he said, “Chandra.” It was a religious name. It meant one who spreads the light unto dark places in the old tongues.

I found it hard to imagine Asar prostrating in general. He didn’t seem like the type who went to his knees easily, goddess or no.

If this isnt foreshadowing, I don't know what is. Hah!