A Thorn in Every Heart (Enchanted Legacies, #1)

by Kate King

Fae might be immortal, but we’re still going to die here—sooner or later. For me, it will be sooner. In less than a month, I’m going to die. And some days, I’m completely fine with that.

“Can anyone hear me?” The silence is broken by another shout. “Yeah!” another voice yells back. “Shut the fuck up!”

There aren’t many deterrents for violence in this place, but the guards keep a loose handle on fighting by forcing any offender to dig their victim’s grave all night. Usually, by morning, the graves are unnecessary since both the digger and the body will have been eaten by beasts.

The curse on the Kingdom of Vernallis robs its victims of control over their own bodies whenever the sun is out. I don’t even want to know what this old man did under the effects of the curse to be sentenced to Dyaspora. I’ve seen enough of the destruction caused by the curse to guess, and it’s not pretty.

The whole place is cursed in daylight hours? How is it still functioning?

“Hello, brother. I would say it’s good to see you, but I’d hate to lie.”

We have a cruel quipper? 👀

I pull out a pair of denim trousers, and it takes me a second to recognize them. “These are mine. Where did you get them?” “I thought you might need them. I want you to cross the border to the human realm and fetch someone for me, brother.” I let out another bark of incredulous laughter and shove the jeans back into the satchel before dropping it on the floor. “Why the fuck would I do that?” “Because if you do, I’ll lift your banishment.”

Once he's over the border, he could just go off and live there, though. Unless the king has him make a bargain, where the magic would bind him in some way until he returns with the target.

“You’ve already sent me here. That’s the worst punishment at your disposal. And in a month, it won’t matter, anyway. You won’t have the ability to speak your own name, let alone punish anyone.” “True, but a month is more than enough time to make sure you never forget how wrong you were to disobey me. Your mother is still living on the Ashwater Estate, and that servant you call a sister is at court. I could send them here to see you.”

Ok, so the king would use dude's family to make sure he came back from the human lands rather than escaping. But wait. Is his family not cursed too? Doing the job might save them from it. If he didn't care about anyone else succumbing, he at least should care about them not being cursed.

I raise a skeptical brow. “It’s been sixty years. That’s nearly a lifetime for a human.”

It *is* a lifetime for a human.

Suddenly, as if sensing my presence, Jenna looks at me. Our eyes lock over Ryan’s shoulder, and for a fraction of a second, she looks just as surprised as I am. Then she gives a little tilt of her head, as if to say “sorry” and looks away, dismissing me. In a second, my entire world shatters.

No, come on. Nobody would act like / do this after being caught cheating with their friend's spouse. 😆 At least set up the friend's character enough to make this not absolutely ridiculous. Author should've just had the FMC dip out before being seen.

The wine tastes like depression. Like “fuck you.” Like three liters for $11.99 at the gas station down the street from my hotel. I came here to think. To decide how to confront my husband. To untangle how things even got to this point.

It doesn’t look like the kind of place my mother would be caught dead in. Hell, it looks like the kind of place I will die in, but I’m so hungry I don’t even care.

Did not expect to read about an upper-middle-class-raised city woman afraid of a redneck biker bar. What is this book? 😆

Sitting beside me is the most physically gifted man I’ve ever seen. Even seated, he’s tall and his burnt-honey hair is just slightly too long and falls into his face, half obscuring his bright green eyes. Like almost everyone else in here, he’s wearing a leather jacket, but somehow his looks sexy instead of scary.

Oh no—it's *that* kind of book. 😅

“I said, I don’t think you’re crazy, Peaches.” “Peaches?” I ask, raising a skeptical eyebrow. I can’t tell whether I should be offended or not. He nods at my T-shirt, smirking. My cheeks heat as I remember what I’m wearing. I didn’t have time to pack in Chicago, so I’m wearing yesterday’s jeans and some cheap Mario Brothers T-shirt from an airport gift shop. The shirt is pink with a picture of Princess Peach. Across my chest, it says “Delicious like peaches and cream.”

What? That's... *sigh* Rubbing my temples right now.

Daemon follows me back to the house on his motorcycle. He drives a freaking motorcycle! Like, of course he does, because he just had to go and get even hotter.

I don't think this book is for me. 😆

In the bar, both seated, it was hard to tell how tall he is, but now, he towers over me, nearly a foot taller than my 5’4” frame. I have to stand on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck, and my T-shirt rides up so high, my entire back presses against the cold car door, and I shiver. Daemon moves his large hands to my sides, pressing his fingers into the bare skin of my waist. I suck in a breath. God, he smells amazing. Like the musky forest with maybe a hint of roses. Then, he bends his head to kiss me. His lips are soft and taste like some combination of cinnamon and spearmint. My stomach soars, and I open my mouth, letting him explore me.

Yeah. No. No thank you. I'm out ! ✌️