Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Beware she who bleeds, bound in chains. Beware the exile, the young winged beast, who dances unafraid before fire. Beware the woman with many names, the maiden, the whore, the scarlet serpent. Beware the temptress who whispers in the dark. She is the beginning and the end. She is peace and chaos. She is terror knocking at the gates.

“The gods,” he said, his voice firm and unwavering. “Can’t you hear them? They are knocking at the gates.”

You act like this has to mean something. Fucking brat. She meant everything.

“Promise me something,” he said, still watching me. “What?” “If you ever feel like you don’t want to do this anymore…tell me. Give me the chance to bring you back.”

But that was the great lie, wasn’t it? Life was life. It was as meaningful as I made it.

“You want me to do something about it?” he asked. “You can’t,” I said. “Not without starting a war.” “I would go to war for you,” he said.

Hold me tighter, Zahariev, she’d said. If I did, could I keep her from breaking?

They will call her a demon, but I watched her transform, and I will call her goddess.