More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
And the Nabbers never return what they take.
wow. southern and eastern quarters. the nabbers. incredibly original names here
“Goddess keep you,” I mutter, then turn away, looking to find the best path forward for myself, away from the melee of bodies.
okay just a thought literally why do they make all the recruits do this it makes no sense. if this is a 500 yr war they are losing they need all the recruits they can get so why force them to do this stupid thing that is likely to kill them and that only the elite ever want to do or succeed at anyways. obvy FMC here is gonna bond but that’s so rare idk it doesn’t make any sense
Beside her, Venna flashes me an encouraging grin.
wasn’t venna beside her it was nevah
Even at such a distance, I can see the keenness and cunning in his pale blue gaze.
can you really
“You fucked with the wrong woman,” a voice growls—mine, I realize belatedly—as I tear his jaw open and slam his own severed hand into it.
jesus christ lol
“A tattoo for your kill,” Izabel replies.
so hang on. they’re explicitly not supposed to kill each other and were promised harsh punishment if they did. evidently the punishment is a single tattoo. but the tattoo is also a commemoration of the fellow bonded killed. so there’s no real punishment and it’s kinda cool?
The direwolves, once mated, mate for life.
ohhh let me guess her wolf and starks are gonna mate
He agreed so quickly to this I was sure he’d misheard my request and thought we were marching off to a mildly incestuous four-way.
His gaze catches, then flicks back to me.
lemme guess tomison and izabels wolves will also be mates
Not sure why she’s so happy,
these freaking editing errors
“Nocturn is calling. Are you listening?”
okay like so she’s a siphon or some shit and that’s why the mental illness runs in her family
I don’t know, but the clock is ticking. I feel it in my bones. My time is running out.
she needs to drink blood to stave off the madness
He gropes her chest over her clothes while she smiles widely and placidly, and my stomach twists in disgust.
this is such a weird plot point
He shoots me a quick thumbs-up that I’m positive no one clocked.
how the fuck would you know
“Not—not another Rawbond,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry, trying not to cower at the intense look he’s giving me. “Just… someone else. But I should remember it.” He stares at me, hard, for another silent moment and then nods, going back to the needle.
didn’t they explicitly say these tattoos are for killing other rawbonds
For Presentation, I borrowed a formal jacket from my packmate Olivier but…” He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. Four wolves tore Olivier to pieces last night. One of them was Henrey’s. Can’t borrow clothes from a dead man.
feel like you actually could borrow it
It feels important that my mother meets her, this being who has become a part of me.
doesn’t really feel like she’s part of you tbh
The sheer power I just felt like a glimpse of something primordial…
since when do they have magic
Doors that should be open that are locked. Sounds that don’t match with any of the castle’s normal operations.”
da kids are under da castle
The woman hurries away, though I notice she’s not in too much of a hurry to swish her backside alluringly as she leaves.
shut up
He can sleep standing like a horse, for all I care.
“I’ve never seen anyone interrogate with that kind of intensity before,” he says. “It’s clear this mission was personal for you.”
yeah no shit you already know that
If we don’t act immediately, the Trial will end in complete failure.
so how is this testing daemos, like won’t they fail if the attack doesn’t succeed?? this makes no sense
The resolve in Killian’s gaze sets me on fire. “It will work. Tomorrow, you’ll get your sister back. Tomorrow, we’ll make my father pay. Tomorrow, the throne is ours.”
i feel like he’s just gonna let her kill the king and get arrested
“Meryn, what have you done?” he shudders out, stepping away from me with wide eyes, hands shaking. Then, anger. His expression contorts into fury. “Guards! Seize her! She’s killed the king!”
It’s the first genuine gentleness I’ve felt since Killian arrived.
what the fuck is this sentence
See if Stark can get that collar off.” “He’s on his way,” she responds. “We’ll come to you as soon as you summon us.”
if anassa can talk to her mates rider why can’t cratos talk to meryn. dumb
My magic.
vague ass unexplained fuckin magic
There’s nothing I can do to get this bracelet off, not without the Siphon magic that created it.
cut your hand off pussy
I am Meryn Sturmfrost, Queen of Nocturna, and I will use the twisting dark in my bones and my blood to hunt Killian Valtiere to the ends of the earth.
cringe
they are also gifted with flashes of foresight, brief glimpses of possible immediate futures.
since fuckin when
Capable of defensive magic, which can vary from small temporary barriers to large protective domes when the pack works together.
wish this was ever fuckin explained
