What Sleeps Within the Cove (Of Flesh & Bone, #4)

by Harper L. Woods

“We are the Morrigan,” the one with golden eyes said. “My sisters and I have been sent to serve as your guide through Tartarus and accompany you on what will be the greatest test of your life.”

“Estrella Barlowe will die here. The moment you pass through these gates, you can do so knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that your life has come to an end. There is not a single path in which the Fates let you leave here without knowing the touch of death.”

“Because you, dear Tempest, were first born in the Cradle of Creation,” she said, stealing the wind from my lungs.

“Because the last being Fenrir allowed to ride him was his original owner,” Badb answered, holding my gaze as Fenrir paused his steps. I found my fingers running through his fur, seeking comfort from the friend that went deeper than words. “The last being Fenrir allowed to ride him was the very thing that existed before death. He was the embodiment of nothingness. A distinct lack of life. He is where death comes from. He is the Void.”

“The magic you possess is his gift to you. A piece of himself that he has not given to any other,”

I raced toward the creature holding him captive. Not my fucking murder puppy.

Suffering to gain strength was a ridiculous excuse crafted by abusers and the privileged.

Be the fucking monster, Estrella. For they will judge you as one either way.”