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

by Carissa Broadbent

This is the tale of how a fallen one ascends. Long ago, I told you a tale of a chosen girl who fell to the darkness. Now I will tell you the tale of a boy who was born within it.

And he cared about none of it, because he was losing the love of his life.

Death, after all, is inevitable. This is the tale of how a fallen one ascends. He does it in countless cascading decisions, over years, over centuries. He does it with the desperation of a starving soul willing to sacrifice anything, everything, for a single chance at redemption. But in the end, he loses her every time.

“Maybe greatness should come not from the sacrifices you make, but the ones you refuse to.”

“No matter what’s ahead, never sacrifice the messy parts of your mortality, Asar. I like those the best.”