Realm of Wind and Vines (Flame and Thorns, #4)

by Marion Blackwood

“I want my fucking revenge!”

I’m not the person you fell in love with anymore.”

“You want to destroy the world? I’ll help you burn it down. You want to kill everyone? I’ll help you slit their throats. There is nothing you can do that would make me stop loving you. I love you, little rebel. All of you.”

Omg im going to melttt

“Even the really fucked up parts?” “Especially the really fucked up parts.” He gives me a knowing look. “Because I have them too.”

“You wanna be villains? Let’s go be fucking villains.”

“Everything Selena was doing, every time I was near her, I could feel our mate bond fighting to reconnect.

I could use the mate bond like a rope to haul myself out of that burning hatred.”

“Someone as annoyingly bossy as you would never let some random magic tell you what to do.” He shrugs. “You earned the nickname I gave you, you know.”

This being isn’t a normal person who lives and dies while the world continues moving. This being is part of the fabric of the world.

how in Mabona’s name are we supposed to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved?

“I could always just fry the entire river with lightning.”

“Wanna come down here and say that to my face?”

“When she comes in and urges you to act responsibly, you know you’ve lost.”

A dead fish smacks into the side of Orion’s face.

Omggggg Lmao

“If there is so much as one single stain on my clothes from that fish, I will make you spend the rest of the night washing it out.”

“You belong to me now, pretty boy. Don’t forget it.”

“And then you will belong to me, little viper.”

figuring out how to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved is not easy.

I feel like I was an entirely different person when I lived here.

actually, it feels like the person I was back then is two entire personalities ago.

there are things I wish I hadn’t said.

My parents’ lifeless eyes flash before my eyes. The pools of blood. The silver hair turning red.

The fear and shock on their faces. The hatred in their eyes when they looked at me right before they died. The empty doorstep. The potted plants still in the windows.

but I still can’t bring myself to care.

I really need to get it together.

I can go hours without thinking of it, without even remembering that they’re dead, and then the smallest thing can just set it off.

it. I need to keep it together. I need to be stronger.

I am not the weak link. I refuse to be the weak link. So I will pull myself together. And I will get my fucking revenge.

“Of course I think she’s pretty! Look at her.”

“She’s like the sun. All bright and warm and gorgeous and⁠—”

Awww

I’ll show you what real torture looks like.”

“Getting along fine, I see.” “Like fire and highly flammable alcohol,”

“This is it. We’ve played defense until now. Recruiting allies. Trying to make plans to stay one step ahead of them. Now, it’s time to strike.

“It’s time to take the fight to them.”

I have spent too many years allowing other people to have power over me. Now, I will finally start taking it back.

I shouldn’t be worried about them. They should be worried about me.

am not the most dangerous person in here.”

watching three grown men get down on their knees and surrender is so deeply satisfying that it makes me feel drunk on power.

He loves this ruthless side of me. He loves seeing me powerful and in control. He loves the darkness in me as much as the light.

Goddess help the rest of the world when Draven and I are on the same side.

Draven didn’t earn the name Shadow of Death for nothing.

I’m so done feeling bad about doing what needs to be done.

Despite being halfway insane, she is also viciously intelligent.

Our entire plan is based on a whole lot of shoulds. Specific people need to react in specific ways to specific events, and all of it needs to happen in a very specific order. If even one of those things goes wrong, half of my friends could end up dead.

no matter where you are, I will find you and I will get you out.”

“Yes, let’s go get fucking everything.”

don’t want to let him out of my sight. I don’t want to lose him again. We’ve lost so much time already, and there are so many things that could go wrong with this plan.

Anger at myself. At the pathetic person I used to be.

I possess incredibly powerful magic, and I’m incredibly skilled at using it.

Instead of being so concerned with other people’s opinions, with wanting them to like me, I should have just marched into our leaders’ meeting and demanded my place among them. Demanded respect and responsibility.