More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
What a terrible burden to watch something die.
How tragic that a woman’s worth equated to the depth of a man’s pockets.
“You see the dead. You hear them speak to you.”
“Your ties with the dead were eternal the moment you pricked yourself on the bone and sealed it with the blood.”
“What do the dead have to do with the raven?” “They guide the soul to the after, and you share its blood now,”
“You walk between realms of the dead and living. The world you’ve known, and the one that has remained hidden from you.”
“If my vision is correct, the mortal I sent you after may be the first, or the last, of the Corvikae bloodline. She may carry the blood of the death goddess.
My heart clenched and broke for this poor, helpless creature, who seemed to want nothing more than a gentle touch. I was no longer afraid. I was furious at whoever had hurt him.
She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.
“Who could’ve predicted that one touch of your pounding pulse would be so disarming.”
“What wicked spells you weave, little witch.”
but kissing her would’ve been the sweetest poison. An intoxicating elixir, as deadly as it was addicting.
“You are a fucking torment, Lunamiszka,”
Some are simply born to love one or the other, or both.”
“You so much as breathe across her neck, and I will take pleasure in skewering your skull before I set it aflame.”
She was a vision of perfection.
She was chaos wrapped in fine silk. The embodiment of trouble that’d nearly brought him to his fucking knees when he’d first laid eyes on her across the ballroom. So achingly beautiful, his chest hurt.
“She will burn in sablefyre. And her blood shall turn to stone. And the stone shall grant us immunity from the blight!”
“You command the flame. Remember that.”
“You control the flame, Maevyth. It follows your command.”
“It is you. You possess the ability to control sablefyre.”
“Fuck it all, you stubborn bastard. She’s your mate, Zevander!”
“I said she is your mate. I saw it in a vision. She wore your sigil, the mark of your scorpion. As did your son.”
“Some women are fire in your veins and hell between your teeth, Brother. Accept that Maevyth will never be safe. And no one will be safe from you because of it. Now, go find her, or by gods, I will make every day of your life a tribulation.”
“I think you’re the bravest mortal I’ve ever met. And perhaps the most fucking stubborn, as well.”
The priestess told me to flee to the mortal lands. That she had seen a vision of a child who would one day avenge our people and lead a new generation of Corvikae.”
“Do you find it difficult, lying beside a woman this way?” “As a general rule? No. But when that woman is you? Yes.”
“Do you enjoy making me uncomfortable?” “If I’m being honest, yes. Blush looks good on you.”
“Fucking hell, you are a vicious little rosebud. One minute, you’re soft and inviting, the next, you’re thorns and blood.”
“Your beauty is unrivaled, Maevyth.”
“Cursed gods, you are a ferociously breathtaking creature when you’re ravenous.”
“A thousand times I’ve fantasized this moment, and still, I failed to imagine you’d be this perfect.”
He looked at me as if I was worthy of being seen.
“You look like a goddess right now,”
“And you taste as divine.”
“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night. This insatiable craving I feel …”
“I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”
And even if Zevander had the audacity to question a vision from the gods, that first kiss in his office had certainly laid all doubt to rest. It was then he’d felt the first tug of his bond. The shaking of his bones that’d awakened the possessive beast inside of him. The first sputtering beat of his dead heart.
And in the center of that storm was Maevyth. The only constant. A beacon in a dark, black sea. A light too bright for his eyes, but damn the gods, even if he had to maim and kill for all eternity to keep her safe from his enemies, one fact remained true. She was his. Lunamiszka. My little moon witch.
The violence in him calmed, and the beast tearing through his chest finally stilled. He exhaled a long breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Maevyth stared down at him, their palms pressed against one another. Her eyes, a glowing silver.
“I’ll never know what in seven hells inspired the universe to send you to me, Maevyth.”