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

by Marion Blackwood

So much wasted time. So many wasted opportunities.

And on top of that, my parents also hated me for ruining their marriage.

Why do they get to have a happy family life when their clan has destroyed mine forever?

I want to kill them all.

This is how it’s supposed to be. Them, on their knees, before us. Before me. It’s their turn to be afraid. It’s their turn to kneel and bow and grovel. It’s their turn to feel what it’s like to be truly powerless.

if he doesn’t, Draven, Galen, and Lyra are going to die.

Omg

will not lose Draven again.

I will burn this entire world down until there is nothing left but ash.

I fucking hate this family. This happy, loving family that has a future together even after all of this is over.

That roaring rage and hatred inside me is screaming at me to kill them all so that Ferver will return and see it and then be forced to live with the same pain that I am constantly battling.

I am the one who is angry. I am the one who has been wronged. They deserve everything they’re getting.

“I haven’t done anything. Why are you hurting me? I’ve never even seen you before. I haven’t done anything!”

My eyes. Me. I see me.

It’s your turn to live in poverty. It’s your turn to struggle. It’s your turn to be slaves. You need to be punished for what your ancestors did. You deserve everything you got.

Similarities between me and Jessina Iceheart.

Ever since I escaped the Ice Palace, I have breathed in the intoxicating power I’ve felt when I have been in control. I’ve loved every single second of those moments when I’ve had the power. When I’ve made people kneel and obey my orders.

After she hurt Draven and murdered my parents, I vowed to kill everyone she has ever cared about.

She killed my parents, so I vowed to wipe out the entire Silver Clan.

I am more similar to Jessina Iceheart than I want to admit.

What am I doing?

If I start taking my fury out on innocent civilians, I’m no better than the Icehearts.

there has to be a line. There is a line. And this is it. This is the line that I won’t cross.

Only a villain can take down another villain. And I will be a villain to my enemies. I will be utterly merciless and completely ruthless to anyone who stands in my way.

I will only direct it at the people who deserve it. I won’t take out my fury on innocents.

I’m reminded that I will never know if my parents loved me.

don’t want justice for that. I want revenge. Vicious, merciless revenge. And I will get it.

Because they killed my parents. And they hurt Draven.

I would kill them for that alone. He is mine.

I will not cross that final line and punish an entire clan for a crime that only a few of them committed.

I need to pull myself back from the edge. I cannot cross that final line. I refuse to become a new Jessina. I will get fucking everything. But I will not become her.

How am I supposed to explain everything that has been going through my head for weeks?

I don’t hurt animals. That’s where I draw the line.”

“People usually think that they know their own limits.

don’t beat yourself up over it.” His gaze is steady as he looks at me. “You needed to figure out where you draw the line. Now, you have. And that family back there will be fine. They’ll recover from this without issue.”

She took my family from me. She destroyed any chance I had of finding out if my parents actually loved me. She and Bane have tortured and humiliated my mate for centuries.

no matter how much some righteous person might tell me to forgive and forget, I know deep within my furious heart that I will never be able to do it. I want my revenge. And I am going to get it. I will get fucking everything.

I will not do what they did. I will not punish people for a crime that they have not committed. That is where I draw the line. The only line I draw. Everything else is fair game.

There is a lot more to this fire wielder than most people know. He feels things more deeply than almost anyone I have ever met.

Alistair always waits to make sure that I don’t get left behind.

“For someone who keeps insisting that he’s not a team player, you’re actually an incredibly reliable guy.”

“I don’t call her Soulstealer for nothing.”

Every second we waste is another second that brings Draven closer to danger.

don’t care what kind of villain I need to become. I will protect him.

I am a fucking god. With this power, I could lay the world at my feet.

I don’t want to rule the world. I just want freedom. And revenge.

He would rather have died in pain than open this door. He would never have lost hope on his own. But none of that matters in the face of my power.

I was worried that my little breakdown in the Osteria house would have made me revert back into that insecure girl who wrung her hands about everything.

I’m still willing to be a ruthless villain in order to win.

What the hell is she? Where does all of this power come from?

i think she is half dryad

am so fucking useless in fights when I can’t use my magic.