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

by Carissa Broadbent

But to claim that the woman who had literally changed the course of the divine world, who had saved countless lives and touched countless souls, would ever be forgotten . . . Never. Mische Iliae would be remembered by the bones of time itself, and I knew it because I would write her story there with my blood if I had to.

This is my kind of love story

As if the gods had seen some beauty in mortality but failed to realize that the imperfection of it was what made it remarkable.

This underlining theme is one I live for.

You changed the world, Iliae, I thought. You’ve terrified even the gods.

Send me to the underworld. Send me home. Send me to her.

You love the underworld, heir of death, she said. But there is something else you love more, and I have already sacrificed my home to this tale once before.

“I’m sorry, guardian,” I said. “I swear to you, it will be worth it.”

“You are an event, Mische Iliae,” he murmured. “God slayer. Dawndrinker. Shadowborn queen. And I would die to taste your skin.”