Song of Sorrows and Fate (The Broken Kingdoms, #9)

by L.J. Andrews

Let me be your darkness, but let me be yours.

Sol, Tor, Stieg, and three more warriors mutely lifted Mattis’s body off the sand.

Nooooooooo😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Farewell, my friend. Save me a place and we will share bawdy tales again one day.”

Don’t you take another step, Little Rose. You are mine.

“Do you know what it’s like to watch the light of your soul die over and over? Do you know what it’s like to burn for lifetimes for another who fears you in the end?”

“Say the word, Silas,” I whispered, tilting my head, “and I would follow you through the lifetimes.” Before courage fled from my body, I held my breath, and kissed him.

I don’t mind if you speak to shadows, Silas, but let me be the one to hold the candle and walk with you through the darkness.”

My heart was bonded to hers; every fiber of my being was hers to claim. A piece of the tale, but if she did not wish to accept a fated bond, I would not force it. I would let her go. I would stand beside her. Even if I couldn’t have her.

Silas, my phantom, my whisper, he wanted me to decide if my heart ached for him. It didn’t ache for him. It lived for him.

“Like this? Yes, I like this. You’re rocking against my damn cock.”

“Open these legs for me.”

“Then, sing with me. Sing that first tale, Little Rose. The tale of four gifts and four queens. It is time they stand as one.”

“Kari, should they enter, should they take me. Promise you’ll leave me and get the children free.” “Shut up, Elise,” Kari snapped.

Time went still. A dagger—or a pain just as wretched—found my heart when Luca covered his wife with his own body and the point of the sea fae’s blade thrust deep into his spine.

Noooooooooo😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I am told it takes time. I am told I will need to be patient. Anyone tells me that again, I might kill them.”

“Four kingdoms have united this day to fight common enemies, but we have always been united. We all know the truth of our world. We all know what has brought us here. Alvers, Night Folk, blood fae, mortals, we all stand together to fight for our kingdom. One land. One people.”

“The pyre is fading.”

I'm so nervous!!!!! No one else is allowed to die!!!

Our warriors fell over. Some in puddles of blood.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Cuyler wasn’t moving.

“Rune!” the tracker shouted and scrambled to the winged fae.

I gained a single, worthless step by the time the bastard rammed his sword through Tor’s spine. Like a coward, he struck from behind and forced the tip of his curved sword through the front of Tor’s chest. “No!” Calista screamed. “Tor.” Sol’s pained bellow soaked into the Row.

Nooooooooo!!!!!! Not Tor 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I love you,” Tor whispered. “Always . . . always have. I’ll save . . . I’ll save your seat, Sol Ferus.”

The Ever King faded into the darkness in the same moment Torsten drew in a sharp breath.

Thank the Gods!!!!!!

“Come on, Wraith. Let us see if you can hit those marks.”

“That’s the thing I learned when I ran with the Kryv—all of us are always afraid. Use it to bring you back to Cal. Out of all of us, if anyone could traipse into the Otherworld to shout at you for dying too soon, it’s her.”

Four thrones of fated light, Rise and claim your fight. Each with a place, have it be known. Rid lands of hate and claim each throne.

Bo insisted he could not stomach leaving the place where Rune had died and would be one on watch of the waves.

“I swear it, Little Rose. Each morning, each night, every beat of my heart is yours. To the Otherworld.” “To the Otherworld, Whisper.” He’d been mine since my first breaths, and he would be mine beyond my last.

“I love these. They are the finest tunics I think I’ve ever worn.” Jonas and Sander rolled their eyes. “Okay, Daj,” Jonas said with a sardonic tone. “We know you’re just doin’ what Maj says.” “As it should be, boy. You better do the same.” “I do listen. That’s why I’m wearing this stupid thing.”

“Overbearing, she says.” He scoffed. “Overbearing would be chaining the girl to my wrist and dragging her to this dull council instead of allowing her to attend a masque—a bleeding ball—where stupid, feckless boys will be pawing at her, and don’t say they won’t be, she’s gods-awful lovely and I’ve been a stupid, feckless boy before.”

We were friends. We were family. We were free.