Broken Souls and Bones (Stonegate, #1)

by L.J. Andrews

“Be careful, my friend. This woman will not be Fadey. I’d hate for her to bespell that dark heart of yours.” I scoffed. I’d slit her throat if she tried. I have no love for melders, and that will never change.

Heheheheh so obviiiii theyll fall in love

Cruel as life could be, everywhere my fate led me, I found a few souls to love.

“You never mentioned he does not speak.” “He does speak.” “I saw him, he uses gestures.” “Still speaking, simply in a way that is not the same as us.”

Loving this rep!

Unbidden, the touch of his hands on her skin, the wince of pain on her features, brought another shock of rage to my blood. I forced my steps to a halt, gathering my damn senses. What was I planning to do? Take her from Baldur and…what? Protect her? Shield her?

Hehehe siri play down bad by taylor swoft

A grin—for the first time since arriving—cut over my mouth. I’d been wrong. I thought her delicate; there was nothing delicate about this one.

And we love a strong spicy womN

To the woman, I leaned in as though I could whisper. I did in my way, gently writing out my words against her cheek, taking a bit of twisted delight in the way she held her breath under my touch. Say your goodbyes.

Hot

There were means of surviving, then there were acts so vicious it would be better to die before committing them.

To claim something as his—a strike, a kill, a horn of ale—Ashwood tapped whatever he wanted three times.

Ohhhh this is soooo gunna come back in the bedroom i forsee

A shadow crossed Roark’s features. I drew in a sharp breath when he crowded me near the bed until my knees struck the edge, forcing me to fall back on the mattress. The Sentry placed his palm against my cheek. I stiffened, eyes closed. But all he did was tap my face three times.

You already know o just squealed like a pig

The sneer on the king’s face burned through my blood. I had no care for the life of Lyra Bien other than fulfilling my purpose here, so the jolt of heat wasn’t from anything protective. The cinch in my chest wasn’t for anything other than annoyance that I’d been brought into the middle of all this.

Suuuuure roark suuuurrreeee

Lyra’s head fell back when she laughed, and I did not realize I’d gotten lost in the sound of it until cheers and applause drew my attention to the center of the tavern.

Hehehehe

My stomach backflipped. I whirled around, yanking a small whittling knife from my belt. I was met with dust-covered cheeks, messy soil-brown braids, and dark eyes with the faintest slash of silver carving through the centers.

Predictipn: they knew each other before she was taken during the raid but both had their memories wiped

turned away to hide the pain in my gaze. Kael wanted to belong so badly he would ignore the truth—he was forced to be here. This was not a choice.

:/

froze. Roark stood over me, chest bare from the waist up. Planes of hard muscle from his shoulders to the sharp carve of his hips that disappeared beneath his low-slung trousers added a touch of heat to my pulse.

Hesheheheh

didn’t mean to interrupt your time away from your nursemaid duties to the melder.” Roark tilted his head, then replied with his fingers against my cheek. A secret delight of mine. A duty I enjoy.

The cheek touching while he signs is really doing it for me

With one hand, he lifted my knuckles to his lips, then with the other gently spoke against my cheek. Red suits you.

Hot

“Don’t let me fall in there,” I whispered. Unlike the first time we stood beyond this doorway when Roark said nothing, he took my hand and lifted the back to his lips. I did not blink, watching until his mouth met my knuckles. When he pulled back, he traced one word against my palm. Never.

Swoon

His eyes heated. A small smirk teased the corner of his mouth. Roark gripped my chin with one hand, drawing my mouth close, but with the other he made certain I understood his every command. On your knees.

Okay RoRk...HOT

When he gently tapped my shoulder three times, then again, emotion knotted in my throat. Mine. He kept claiming me—Lyra—not the melder, but me.

i die. SO presh

“After you,” Kael said once we were in the corridor. “But you might want to let down your hair.” I flipped my braid over my shoulder. “Why?” Kael lowered his voice. “The Sentry left his bite behind.”

HEheeheh

My insides cinched. In another breath, I recalled the icy touch of a phantom in the mirror land. The way his nearness quickened my pulse. A cruel soul, yet I didn’t pull away. A piece of me, deep within, almost anticipated the sight of him whenever the king used my craft.

IS roark the phantom????

One of his palms slid between the cleft of my breasts. Roark held my gaze and tapped his palm three times, then with care took my hand and placed it over his own chest. Emotion knotted in my throat. His. Mine. He was claiming my heart and giving me his.

PRECIOUS

On my bare spine, his fingers moved in deliberate patterns, and it took me a moment to realize he was repeating the same thing over and again. Yours, body and soul.

Sorryyesh this is so fuckinv hot

Waves of sick churned in my stomach. Displayed over the gates that had been left open during the attack, Tomas Grisen’s head was spiked at the top. Limbs were draped over the walls; ribs and what looked to be a spine were propped against the gate. It was horrible and gruesome and filled with rage. And my heart knew. While others retched and gasped at the sight, there was one who grinned.

Literally touched her and died lmao

I always imagined love meant being willing to die for someone. I supposed it was true. But what no one told young, girlish hearts was sometimes they fell for a man who killed for them instead.

Do hot when its in a fantasy novel. So red flag when its liiterally abythibg elss

“That’s what worries me. You cannot take on an entire unit of Stav and live.” Roark pressed a kiss to the side of my head before gently moving his fingers near my face. No faith in me.

Heheh

My blood grew cold enough my body shivered. The king was dead.

Okayyy didnt see that coming

By the gods. Roark, my safety, my calm…he was Skul Drek.

Duh

Roark pressed a hand to his chest, then with a bit of hesitation, reached across and touched the place over my heart. You brightened my soul and I knew.

Swoon

With a bit of hesitation, Roark touched the place over my heart with one hand, and spoke with the other. Soul to soul.

I love soul bond