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 you will serve the crown until the day it no longer needs you.” The boy asked, “What happens when it no longer needs me?” “Then we will take whatever parts of you are useful and discard the rest.”

“The sensation fades quickly,” he said. “Soon you won’t remember what it felt like at all.” “It?” I croaked. “Living.”

A bitter pang of pride twisted in my heart. You changed the world, Iliae, I thought. You’ve terrified even the gods.

Utopias and apocalypses danced across Acaeja’s wings. A swell of pride tightened in my chest. With it, a pang of sadness. I wanted to tell her, Of course she could make or unmake the world. Have you met her? Anyone who had wouldn’t be surprised.