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

by L.J. Andrews

The story continues ten years after the battle of the fae isles with four kingdoms in peace, but sharing a common enemy they know still exists, and a fate worker who has fled from her destiny. But destiny has finally caught up.

Well shit

The room was too spacious and too suffocating all at once, a place where ghosts danced to haunting tunes of a dream that seemed as if it would never be. A dream where she’d want me the same and scour the earth to find me.

Oh im already so sat

Perhaps she’d resist when I destroyed her false sense of solace. I didn’t care. Not anymore. She wouldn’t have a choice. Waiting. Wanting. Watching. I was finished with it all. I could not take another moment of the darkness flowing like a slow drip through my blood. It was time for freedom. Let me be your darkness, but let me be yours.

HE SAID YOU WANT YEARNING???

Anywhere she went, I now planned to go. Damn the Norns. Damn fate. I would not go another turn, not another damn moment waiting, wanting, and watching.

I am so here for this

Jonas let his eyes shade over, the same as Kase’s could do, although their mesmer was different. Where Kase worked in the fear of others, our boys worked in creating it. They worked in nightmares.

ohoho

“Get gone or you’ll find out yourself. My daj has better shadows than you, and my maj’ll rip your brains to bits.”

hell yeah tell him

“From the North.” “That’s Livie and . . . and . . . Alek! That’s Uncle Hagen and . . . Auntie Herja,” Jonas wailed.

THEYRE ALL FAMILY IM SO EMO

“Listen to me, Starlight,” Ari said. Starlight, a name he’d always called her, a name that belonged to the two of them, since Ari always said she was born beneath the stars, and they brightened

my heart

There was something shifting inside me, like my heart—my soul—anticipated something life-altering, something frightfully wondrous and new.

If every kingdom were part of a living soul, Etta would be the heart that kept us vibrant, Klockglas in the East would be the brain that kept us scheming, and the fae isles of the South would be the blood that kept us living. Raven Row would be the shit.

lol period

Violent tides tossed about like a stagnate wave, but through the shadows appeared the shape of different ships and vessels. Sharp bows, jagged hulls. Endless, tattered sails of blood red.

EHEHEHEHE

The sound burned through my veins like a rush of new blood, awakening some dormant light that radiated to my damn soul. I knew this voice.

“You’ve passed over a point from which you cannot return. I won’t let you go, not now. Our world is about to burn, and I will not watch it take you.”

PAAAAAST THE POINT OF NOOOO RETURN

Sing with me, Little Rose. You have the words.

AHHHHHH

Beneath the dark shade in his eyes was a look of the lost, the forgotten, the tormented. There was a plea buried beneath the shadows. As though silently begging for me to take hold, to not turn away again.

YEARNING

“Silas.” His name was not a question, but a statement of familiarity. I knew him. The dark mask on my phantom’s face shifted when his mouth curled into a sneer. He yanked me against his chest. He dipped his face close. “Never forget again.” I couldn’t draw in a deep enough breath when his arm encircled my waist. How could something feel so safe and so dangerous in the same moment? “Don’t forget what?” “That you belong to me.”

OH LORDDDDDDDD

Every few paces up the steps, I’d turn over my shoulder, all to ensure I hadn’t conjured her through dreary illusions and cruel dreams again.

orpheus coded 😭

For lifetimes I’d imagined her smile, her touch. I’d imagined the way she’d draw close, as lost in me as I’d become in her.

Darkness gripped me somewhere deep inside, a tangle of anger and despair. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. To her, I was not supposed to be the monster in the dark. Could she not sense the lengths I would go for her? The lengths I had gone?

oh he’s so AHHH

My song had always been hers, should she only take it.

sunrise in a brighter world. All I wanted was freedom for the both of us, a world with no more night, no more shadows in my mind. But I could not have any of it. For she did not want me in that world. Only in the darkness of her dreams.

I knew that song. I knew who played it. And the bleeding sod wasn’t getting off easy for locking me behind damn doors.

The more he pushed, the more I wanted to fight back. Call it a need to have a touch of control over my own destiny after living a life where everyone wanted to snatch it away.

Until now. In this moment, the occupant of Hus Rose consumed my every thought. My every breath. It was as if my heart beat coiled with his, needing his nearness.

Part of me wanted to dig my claws into Silas’s skin so he might never be rid of me. Another piece wanted his larger, stronger body to cover mine; I wanted him to devour me.

duality of woman

“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.”

What made my heart sing? It was her. Even in childhood, when I’d been mocked by other Rave youth for befriending a silly little girl, she’d been the warmest flame. Calista Ode was my first friend. She took a place in my heart when our souls collided that wretched day.

“She took one look at me and made it clear she does not want me.” Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

its giving darius and hail lmfao

“Why have you been hidden from me? Why did you become my Whisper instead of . . . my Silas?” My Silas.

bye

Calista let out a shriek of surprise when I lunged. My body pressed against her, pinning her back to the wall of the mausoleum. Each draw of air came sharp and heavy. Each brush of my chest against hers sparked anger and passion, and I could not stop. “You know nothing of bondage. Nothing.”

SKLKGDSDH

Shattered as I was to know she recoiled from me rather than embraced me, she was mine to protect, mine to guide. Mine.

“Who is Silas?” Cuyler followed my gaze, tracking buildings. “Calista? Who is Silas?”

SIT DOWN RAOL

“Siren songs. Don’t listen.” I took note of the cloth shoved inside his sharply tapered ears. All the watchers were doing much the same. “Close them off, Calista. Sea singers are the male sirens of old lore.”

this book has all my favorite things

Heat flooded my face when it was Silas I saw in my head. His intensity, his mystery, what would it taste like on my tongue?

word

“Come with me, lovely.” I spun around. A glorious sea fae stood fifteen paces away. How frightful he’d been upon surfacing, but now . . . my mouth was wet, my body throbbing. He could bring me some relief.

idk i’m kind of here for it

More than my delightful sea creature, I wanted Silas to relieve this scorching ache of desire. Don’t you take another step, Little Rose. You are mine.

DKAKSKAK

Silas might be lost in shadows, perhaps he chatted with ghosts, but I had no doubt those fingers could do miraculous things to the flesh. Did he touch with the same ferocity as his gaze? Did he use filthy words as demanding as his tamed voice? Would he take me fast and passionate, or slow and sweetly?

calista’s imagination yo

“You came for me after I left.” Silas narrowed the only eye I could see. “When have I ever left your side?”

“Do I hide you,” Silas snapped. “Or do we fight to our final tale, Little Rose?”

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

BYE

The words, the connection, something had awakened a fire in my body, and I could not control it. If the pulse to his jaw, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, were any clue—he felt the same.

JUST KISS

“Calista.” Cuyler’s voice broke my delirious pull toward Silas. My friend stepped in front of me, a touch of fear on his face.

cuyler i swear to GOD

Silas lowered his voice, so only I could hear. “Accept the truth and you will do all of it without writing. Accept the truth and the words will come from your heart.”

“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.”

“You’ll be with me?” He blinked, stunned. “Always. Let your dreams descend. I’ll be there.”

I AM ASCENDING

“And you, young Arvad, you will be part of it.” I leaned over my knees, meeting his dark eyes. “I urge you to keep your heart and mind open to your neighbors in the North.” His nose wrinkled. “I hate Timorans.”

i have great news for you buddy

But from that union would come a daughter. A girl who’d find a boy of shadows, and together they’d pick up this fated fight again.

MY LOVES

“I yearn to rest. They made him forget me. They robbed me of my heart.” “You will dine together in the hall of the gods.”

ok i’m sobbing cool

“I see it. The end.” With a trembling sigh, she blinked through tears. “May the gods protect them.”

“Will I see Sindri at the table of the gods at the dawn?” Sindri—her mate. How I knew it, I wasn’t certain, but I nodded. “He is already free of this world and saves your place beside him.” Her breaths rattled. “May the fated queen have the fiercest devotion of heart.”

i don’t even know these people and i’m sobbing what the fuck