A Reaper at the Gates (An Ember in the Ashes, #3)

by Sabaa Tahir

One piece remains, and beware the Reaper at the Gates! The sparrows will drown, and none will know it. The past shall burn, and none will slow it. The Dead will rise, and none can survive. The Child will be bathed in blood but alive. The Pearl will crack, the cold will enter. The Butcher will break, and none will hold her. The Ghost will fall, her flesh will wither. By the Grain Moon, the King will have his answer. By the Grain Moon, the forgotten will find their master.

“I sought out the midwife because it’s time. Your sister is in labor, Shrike. The baby is coming.”

Of course in the middle of the battle

But I can stop it. And to do that, I must surrender. Take over, I tell the magic. Become me.

Oh no

“I did not come for you.” It is my voice she hears—the merciless monotone of a Mask. And yet it is not me.

Noooooo my poor baby

When I look down into that beautiful face, I no longer see the girl I loved. I see someone lesser. Someone who is aging, dying slowly, like all humans. I see a mortal. “E-Elias?” The girl—Laia—speaks, and I turn to her.

No stop im heartbroken