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

by L.J. Andrews

“To see your truth will finish the tale. A tale of which they are all a part. From there we take what we know and make our own fate.”

“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?”

Elise was willing to sacrifice her own bleeding life for Legion Grey, a cursed beast whose true name was hidden. Malin was willing to face the tyrants of her land, to accept a throne with a bloody history, all to stand at the side of her Shadow King. Saga was afraid of her own heart, yet she boldly handed it to the Golden King despite the risks. She faced the man who’d tried to break her, and brought war to his feet.

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

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.”

“A tale of old, returns anew. Brought forth by bonds that bind the few. Love of choice. Devotion of heart. Honor and passion brought the start. In dawn’s soft light, a path is growing. To bring about a gift so cunning. In realms of darkness, the plan is spun. To end a game long ago begun. Find each place for which to rise. As gifts of fate greet darkness on the tides.”

“I love you, Little Rose. I always have.” “To the Otherworld, Whisper.”

In the next breath, the Night Folk king slammed his palms onto the cobbled walk, and the world bent and snapped. The battle began.

WARRRRRR

The gifts of fate. Together, those twisted paths Silas and I naively created, united at long last to end the battle my father, my mother, our people, once gave their whole lives to fight. Lifetimes in the making, victory was finally ours to claim.

I planned to live, for the first time in lifetimes, in peace with my rose by my side.

I was their storyteller. I’d been the one to guide them once, but somewhere along the way we’d switched places. They guided me, taught me, loved me. The fools had already dragged me into their family before discovering the truth, but even more now, they treated me as their own. Like their blood family.

At long last, through blood and pain and tears, the Broken Kingdoms have reached . . . The End.