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

by L.J. Andrews

“Truth is, Stef, I think it’s come again. But this time, it’s come for me.”

Captain Annon had been my last connection to life. He’d delivered my roses.

Wraith errr Silas's roses. Good ol Annon

“Why did you stay hidden from me?” “It was not by choice.” He stiffened. “You are my thoughts that rise with the sun, and my fears that come with the night.”

“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?”

Oh silas....

“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.

“When you meet the Ever King again, a word of advice—if you wish to keep your lives, I wouldn’t make him bleed.”

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

When shields fall, a heart will call. Send light to crowns of fate. When enemies stand on this first land, Then ends this battle of hate.

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.”

This seems like shes accepting the first bond

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

Love this

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.

Finally

You are my beacon in the night.” He lifted his head and peered down at me. Silas brushed his thumb over the ridge of my cheek. “I would wait a thousand lifetimes for you.”

This was it. This was the sort of devotion, attention, and compassion that had all my damn queens falling head over feet for their kings.

Yup it sure is. How does one find this irl tho

“Back to the beginning fate will lead. Who rises in the end, is yet to be seen.”

She is not sure yet who will win... Cal or Davorin

“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.”

“Because his blood is poison. That was why the Black Palace took him as a tiny boy. But not only is his blood poison, it can heal great ailments. The boy must sing for his blood to heal; that is why Ivar and Britta tortured him, because he never broke. He never sang a word.” I swallowed the scratch in my throat. Why was he important?

Can he heal Liliana?!

I felt something with the pyre fae. His life could possibly change. Soon.

Hopefully for good

That is how we fight this battle—everyone must remember their gifts.”