Daughter of No Worlds (The War of Lost Hearts, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

On a particularly cold day, he stepped outside, shivered, looked up at the sky, and declared, “I’m not made for this,” before wandering back into the house.

Kin.

considering that his main hobbies appeared to be drinking and enthusiastically doing nothing.

KIN.

We had stepped out of the cottage into this wall of humid heat, and Max had immediately announced, “I am not even remotely made for this.”

We. Are. Kindred.

“Max!” I breathed, aghast. “In Threll, it is very rude to do that in front of others.”

A FART JOKE?? Im crying

“I hope that whoever did that to you died a terrible, painful death,” he said at last, words hissing like steam. “And I hope that if there is an underworld, they suffer there forever.”

Heart eyes

Something wasn’t right. “Something isn’t right,” Max murmured.

Are fated mates a thing here?

It was amazing, the mental somersaults minds and hearts could do to justify their actions in the name of love.

“I see you, Max. You are no great question.”

“I see you, Tisaanah. No great question.”

“I figured you should have something both beautiful and functional, like you.” He said it so quickly that it almost didn’t register. I whipped my head around to look at him. “Max,” I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, “you think I’m functional?” A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. “I think,” he said, “that you are breathtakingly functional.”

idiosyncrasies.”

She knows this but not lunatic? Lol

“Ascended above,” Max groaned. “Don’t do it, Moth. Valtain girls are trouble.” I laughed. “Even me?” “Especially you.”

I had spent my life begging to be looked at. Look at me, I cooed at the men I danced for. Look at me, I demanded of Esmaris in my killing breath. Look at me, I commanded to every person who gazed upon my tattered back. And I showed each of them pieces that were as Fragmented as I was, little carefully chosen parts of a whole. But it was here, in this gaze, that I was seen — seen for every incongruous part of me.

{You forgot what you are, Maxantarius.}

THE SLAVER PARALLEL???

“They have nothing holding you anymore,” I said, between sobs. “There is nothing— nothing to make you stay.” “Don’t.” His whisper was raw and throaty. And I felt his tears mix with mine, hot against my cheek as our bodies folded around each other. “Don’t be stupid.”

Don't be stupid, meaning "its you!!!! You hold me here because I love you!!!!!"

If it hurt enough, I wouldn’t have to think anymore.

Felt.

“Show me that unrelenting brute force, Tisaanah.” She didn’t move, didn’t speak. But a fiery glitter seeped into her eyes, and I let their flames strip me, burn me, consume me, until there was nothing left but ash.

Perhaps we will make each other whole, Tisaanah, Daughter of No Worlds.}

“Moth, breaker of flowers, spy glasses, pitchers, and hearts,” Max mused, shaking his head. “He is your apprentice after all, Sammerin.”

I was no longer looking at a woman. I was looking at a fucking goddess. A goddess of death and vengeance and utter, indiscriminate destruction.

If he doesn't look at me like this, I don't want it.

“You gave me that same feeling, Tisaanah.”

Ohhhhh my heart

As he blurted out, “This isn’t what I want.”

He doesn't mean this the way we're supposed to be afraid that he does......right?

But if “this” was her friendship, her companionship, her trust? Her happiness? Her safety? Those things were worth more to me than anything else ever would be. Downright precious.

Fuck, I'm in love with him.

“I can’t remain appropriately seductive if you’re going to tickle me. It’s going to ruin my image.”

Im screaming omfg i love him so much

I wanted to memorize every sound she made, every expression, every freckle or mole, like I was a cartographer tattooing a map of her onto my soul. Still so many paths to chart. Sure, I was tired. But there was work to do.

“Tell Esmaris I sent you,” I whispered, and drew the fingers of my magic and of my hand together until both his mind and his rotting jaw were crushed to jelly in my hands.

FEMININE RAGE

My second eyelid slid open, and my body unraveled into fire.

His WHAT?????

Did you know that when caterpillars make a cocoon, their bodies totally dissolve?

I fucking knew this meant something