Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

To the characters who came before. To the stories that led us here. To the chances we take. To the dreams we chase. Trust your wings.

What if I jumped?

Do it. why do i feel like the FMC may be insufferable

“I will have my revenge,”

What type of nickelodeon cringe ass line is this

After the wedding, she’d set sail to Turah.

And lemme guess you go to turah and end up with the guardian?

It was written that the old gods, Ama and Oda, created Calandra’s animals as gifts to humans.

The Six crafted predators in the image of Calandra’s animals, though their variations were far more beautiful. Far more powerful. Far more deadly. They birthed monsters to serve as a reminder to humans and animals alike that we were fragile and insignificant.

The Guardian. A man rumored to be more vicious and deadly than any creature crafted by the gods.

Not a single doubt in my mind now

Arthalayus.

You couldnt just call him arthur could you -.-

Yet his irises did not have the typical Turan green starburst. They were solid, molten silver. Liquid metal. Colorless, like my dress. The Guardian.

I had a feeling he could kill us all with his bare hands.

I know where else he can put those hands ;)

Hands tight around a throat

Exctly what i was thinking lucky bastard

There was cunning in her blue eyes, like she was in on a secret no one had bothered to share with me.

they’re gonna marry her off instead

Why? I was not special.

I bet you are bc of dear old mum

Every Quentin except me. My eyes were solid gold. Not a starburst in sight.

“Treaties can be broken, Odessa. Remember that.”

But after all these years, it remained a mystery.

Woukd not be surprised if this is what her dad is looking for

A King cannot kill his Sparrow, and a Sparrow cannot kill her King, either directly or indirectly, without death befalling them both.

A low chuckle filled the room.

Poison was too good for the Guardian. Too easy. I was going to kill that man with my own two hands.

I’d mistaken Zavier’s voice for the Guardian’s.

Zavier took the place where the Guardian

How convenient one leaves and the ohter appears

“Not all monsters are born from the gods, my queen. Some of us were made.”

“Thanks,” I deadpanned. “And I was certain I wouldn’t earn any compliments today.”

“Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”

“Are you angry, Sparrow? Use that rage. Fucking. Fight.”

“There’s my queen.”

Maybe he was the God of Death.

The Guardian. My babysitter had returned. Damn my heart. It skipped. Heartburn. It had to be heartburn.

I think, in my heart, when I left Roslo, I expected to fail, too. I’m tired of being shoved to the wayside. I’m tired of being dismissed. I’d like to prove to them, to myself, that I am more than a token to be traded.”

you can threaten to take away my freedom all you want, but I will fight you. Every step of the way. Until my last breath. And I will not go quietly into a cage.”

“Because you’re a bird.”

is she a crux

“What horse will you ride?”

“Mine.”

one bed 🤝🏽 one horse

He searched my eyes the way I searched his. For answers. Salvation. Mercy. There was a tether between us. Gods save us when it snapped.

“I hate you.”

GIRL IS LYING THROUGH HER TEETH

It should have broken the moment. It should have pissed him off. But he stared at me like I was something to behold. Something to cherish. Something to protect.

“He was a twin, born prematurely on the winter solstice. His sister did not survive.

He took my face in his hands, dropping his forehead to mine.

“Ransom. My name is Ransom.”

“I would never cause trouble.”

“That you actually believe yourself is the most terrifying part of that statement.”

“Only fools and liars burn books and people’s homes.”

he was the man who took those girls in Westor.”

well there you go branners brother was a piece of shit good riddance

Fighting the inevitable, but fighting nonetheless.

now I knew the reason he didn’t visit my bed. He’d been in Jocelyn’s instead.

💀 yo i did not see this coming

It had always been him.

“Who did you exchange vows with, Odessa?”

Oh, gods. The color drained from my face.

You are not a prin—”

“You are the crown prince. It was all a ruse.”