The Dawn of the Cursed Queen (Gods & Monsters, #3)

by Amber V. Nicole

"Let it be known that I do not fear your wretched king. Know and tell all, I will hunt every being who wears her colors or screams her name in praise. I will feast on you and your loved ones, making you watch as I do it. Nismera will be a footnote in history, and all who follow her will die screaming."

"To admit fear is a sign of true strength. I hope you are aware of that. By saying it, you take that control back."

"And nothing has changed. It's still that man sitting on that throne made of bones. All I see before I wake up is him beckoning me to him and then nothing."

Perhaps it was truly a funny thing not to realize how broken or damaged you were until someone came along and picked up every single fractured piece and showed you how just being you was enough.

What about Camilla had her so concerned?

Why had Nismera taken his and Samkiel’s blood, and why did she want mine? What was she planning that she needed our blood?

It pointed behind me and whispered, “From one, all will rise.”

“So yes, I’ll be the bad guy. I’ll be the one you can all judge or hate, but I’ll still keep you safe above all else.

“Oh, I would level the universe for him, but he told me to be good, so I’ll stick to saving him instead.”

“You found me.” Dianna nodded, lowering her arm. “I’ll always find you.”

but when someone burned a bridge with me, I made sure that bitch was nothing but pebbles in the waiting abyss below.

“Nismera fears The Eye. So ask yourself, what makes a goddess afraid?”

“I’ll meet you in Iassulyn,” I snarled, yanking the blade free and tossing his burning body off the mountain.

He is order. She is chaos. One cannot exist without the other,

I turned toward the lost Elvian prince, who was completely unaware of his heritage or fate,

My eyes were open, but I did not see this room. I saw everything and nothing all at once, darkness and light intertwined. A voice rose from below the world, below the universe, far but close, and something turned toward me. “Well, aren’t you new?” it said.

The old blood runs through her veins. The first Ig’Morruthen. He did not care either.”

His eyes held mine. “There are princes in the Otherworld, seven to be exact. Each carries a totem from their mother, Icnima. She birthed monsters as the fables go. The murrak is one of seven ancient creatures still in existence, a gift to her son, Umemri.”

“You are Ro’Vikiin reborn.”

He rubbed his thumb across the stone, and silver armor flowed over my body, covering me from head to toe.

truly didn’t deserve this man, but I no longer cared. He was mine, and I was keeping him.

“By my blood, I am made. In sickness and in health, I am by your side. Sworn to you and no others, I am forever yours. My heart remains yours for eternity and after. Forever awaits, and from today onward, you and I will be one in heart, body, and mind. These words, this oath, are engraved on my soul.”

“Fight, Vincent. Fight for something you want for once. Otherwise, let her kill you. Because this? This is not living. Not for you and not for me.”

She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes burning and blazing red. “I fear no gods and no kings.”

“I did not get it. I am it. Oblivion is not something anyone can take from me.”

Her eyes dropped back to mine. “You destroyed a world for me?”

We had dared to touch her, and now there was no mercy in the creature I faced.

He was a god in the true sense of the word: terrible, beautiful, and overflowing with power. We were all wrong. She was so wrong.