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

by L.J. Andrews

“You do not need to be anything you are not. No one needs more than who you already are, Little Rose.”

To me, he was the brightest memory. To me, he was home at long last.

“Say the word, Silas,” I whispered, tilting my head, “and I would follow you through the lifetimes.”

I was always destined to bow to her. I owned nothing, for everything I had to give had always belonged to the storyteller.

I would not stop her voice for anything—her voice was my freedom, my peace, it was the thickest part of my blood that kept my damn heart beating.

A song of blood keeps life for the one you love. Trust and let it be, in this a tale of land and sea.

“You are the words of my songs.

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.”

“Then don’t be stupid and let words make you doubt those things that make you, you.”

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.

“You’re my Whisper. My voice in the dark. You’re mine.”

“I’ve clung to a fading reality,” he said, dragging his lips across my throat. “Sometimes I do not know what is real, but you have always been my guide in a confusing existence. You are my beacon in the night.”

No one touches you but me, and no one will ever touch me but you.

“I choose you, Little Rose,” he whispered. “I always have. Fate be damned. I would choose you even if the Norns told me it was the wrong path.”

“I choose you. You’ve always been my Whisper, the song of my heart.”

Our voices will burn the words into the unseen fate of this world. Together, we are stronger than any bit of ink or flame ever was.”

“You’re my peace, Little Rose. You’re the one who chases away the darkness. Say the word and I’d follow you anywhere.”