Reign of Stars and Fire (The Broken Kingdoms, #8)

by L.J. Andrews

“She spoke of an enemy who rises with a crimson moon with the power to claim every gift of fate. She told me to raise my children to be strong, to face adversity with valor and viciousness.”

“But she did say the darkness is only defeated if the final truth is found.”

I missed him. Not a slow ache of longing. This missing was a molten blade stuck between the ribs. Always there, always burning, always pleading for me to rip it out and either heal the hole or bleed out.

“There is something, some truth, you were meant to discover once you unlocked your curse. It feels as if your fate singer brother had some . . . destiny for you to reach as the queen. But this sleep feels as if it wasn’t meant to happen. Knowledge was meant to be gained before facing this old lover. Now, we must find a way back to the old story.”

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“You must let me go if it puts you at risk, understand? An entire kingdom needs you. Do not risk them for my sake.” “But I need you.”

“I love you, you bleeding menace,” he said, voice rough. “Out of anyone, I cannot risk losing you.”

“A falcon’s game for which he plays brightens deep your heart of pain.”

“Makers of shadows and mountains, come them all. Patience you need when darkness feeds, lest all thrones fall.” Danna hummed. “A king will rise, but only to his heart’s cries.” “A caution follows with this tale, should the first bond break, you will fail.”

“Strike the flesh. Dim the foe. When the moment is right, you will know.”

She, the raven fair, grows cold till North winds rise. He, the peasant king, wakes her from the endless night. Hand in hand, band by band, they join a fated fight.

“She challenges you for she is safe with you. The Raven Queen knows she can fall, and you will catch her. She knows she can fight, and you will sharpen her blade. She knows she can speak, and you will give her the room. Again, use these strengths to your benefit.”

“The raven’s mark burns across a golden king who hails from folk of the night,”

“You are my every sunrise,” he breathed against my ear.

“You are my every sunset,” I whispered. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“I need your mouth screaming my name soon, sweet menace. I need you to come apart, because I can’t wait to feel you around me much longer.”

I swallowed the thickness from my throat and cupped her chin. “To see you like this, I hope you know, has the power to destroy me.”

“I’m yours, sweet menace,” I rasped against her throat. “Take what you want from me.”

“We have eternity to use that tongue of yours.” I pressed a kiss over her breastbone. “You ought to know, I realized I’m violently in love with you.”

“You’re vicious. The answer is yes. I’m begging you, pleading, imploring with all my might for you to spread those beautiful thighs over me this instant. Shall I get on my knees? I would, you know. I’d have the perfect angle for the perfect taste.”

“You’re my beautiful destruction, Saga,” he whispered. “I will go mad trying to keep you safe, yet I will never stop fighting for you. Even when I know he is dead, I will always fight every day for your happiness. You’ve become my obsession. That is how you are the sweetest menace.”