The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)

by Carissa Broadbent

When I died, it did not feel like the peaceful end to a grand fight. It felt like the beginning of one.

Death should be a refuge. But there was no peace in this.

Rules couldn’t protect us if they were now being rewritten.

I saw it now as I had seen it then. A place full of monsters that would either consume me or help me consume the world, if I became enough like them.

Surely it would be worth it to die by that skin, and let those thighs cradle me down to the underworld.

The greatest gift we can offer is a life that serves those who come after us, and the greatest gift we can be given in return is a death with dignity.

I had walked the path to divinity; I had walked the path to death. And yet, here, in her presence, I was overwhelmed.