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

by Carissa Broadbent

Even as his palms opened and he was blinded by fire and fire and fire.

In that moment, she had never looked more a queen, noble and breathtaking even as she offered her hands for binding.

She would do absolutely anything, except cry.

And, most powerfully of all, I had a debt to repay. I would do whatever it took, except cry.

“Max, please. Otherwise we’d spend half our damn lives saying that ridiculous name.” Thank the gods.

Lmao hes funny

“Not that kind of scandal, sadly.”

Oh so he thinks shes hot

“This isn’t typically the context in which I’d like to hear that.

LMAO

I had done this for purely practical purpose, but the startled look he gave me was just so delightful that I pushed a little closer just because I wanted to see how he’d react.

Hehehehehe

“I am not even remotely made for this.”

Max is so real for this

I could, I admitted to myself, get used to it.

I liked Miraselle.

If miraselle dies i will throw a fit

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

Guys theyre meant to be

My fingers touched something soft, and I almost jumped until I pulled it closer and realized it was a torn-up stuffed dog toy, stained crimson. My hand was soaked.

This is devastating

I watched, rapt, as the skin of my palms crawled like hundreds of tiny spiders, threads crossing the chasm of my wounds and bridging flesh to flesh.

Such grotesque imagery. I love it

What good would these little pieces of steel do, against illusion and smoke and flames?

Oh shes abt to get a sick ass sword isnt she

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

“And who the hell are we,” he finally said, voice low and thick, “to carry something so precious?”

Then again, bringing someone home implied that he left in the first place, which he didn’t. Ever.

LMFAO

in the safety and silence of our evenings at home.

At HOME oh my goddddddd they love each other

On the nights when my nightmares woke me, prodded me out into the clean air of the garden, he always found himself mysteriously restless, taking a walk through the night and offering me some quiet company.

Oh hes WHIPPED for her

“I suppose,” he said at last, nudging a crawling vine with his toe, “I’ll finally get this garden back under control.”

Stop being nonchalant, her absence will leave you in agony

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

Omg he quoted her

“I receive no complaints,” he replied smoothly.

Oh????

He placed it in front of me. Then he leaned back against the doorframe, casual and yet oddly tensed.

He wants her to like the gift so baddd

Inside the box was a golden necklace in a bed of black silk.

AGH

The real gift was not the necklace. The gift was a home to come back to.

holy shit. Get you a man like max

As he fastened it around my throat, every brush of his fingers left little paths of fire along my skin, burning as they hovered there at the nape of my neck.

KISS ALREADY

“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.”

He was the most breathtakingly functional thing I had ever seen.

“I thought you didn’t do this anymore.” When Max flatly provided, “What, Order bullshit?”, the Valtain shook his head, flailed his hands weakly, and said, “I meant, well… the world.”

Max my favorite recluse

“I’m both disgusted and impressed by the delight with which you flaunt your superiority over a bunch of children,”

Is it bad that i am laughing hysterically

“Oh, no, dear — yours will be somewhere else.” She gave me a faint smile. “Come with me.”

im scared.

I’m not done.

HELL YEAH

“What. The FUCK. Was that.”

Max my king

I gave him a Look — capital L — before it could escape, and he turned his face to the ground, scowling.

Walk him like a dog sis

not Serel.

Ok well where is he

“I told them everything,”

This bitch

“No.” I said it more sharply than intended. “I only want to go home. Please.”

Theres that H word again

You are more than your value to powerful men, Tisaanah,

Be angry.”

Look at what your cruelty created.

Max left his conversation so abruptly that it looked like he didn’t even say goodbye, turning to glide through the crowd toward me.

Oh hes so into her

I loved those little idiosyncrasies.

THE L WORD???

He let out a breath, a chuckle, tucked his hands into his pockets. Then removed them.

Hess nervoussssss

Strands of my hair had loosened over the course of the night and tangled themselves around clasps that held my dress around my neck. I fought with it for a few minutes longer, then, when I finally feared I might draw blood, I gave up with a flail of frustration and marched back out into the living room. “I am stuck.” Max put down his book. “You’re stuck.” “Yes. My hair, and my dress—” I gestured to my neck. “Can you… uh… help?”

Thank god for unruly hair

“If tonight was a battle, Tisaanah, you conquered.”

The tension in this scene is crazy

And then, all at once, he was gone. He pulled away so quickly I was left standing there before a sudden, gaping absence.

ur fucking joking. guys stop edging each other and kiss. You know you want to

“I am not looming,” Nura shot back, looming over Zeryth’s shoulder.

HAH

“Yes. It will become a part of you.” Zeryth said this so casually, as if we were discussing the weather. “Just as your own magic flows through your veins. But… more.”

Max was the last weapon wasnt he

And it was only then that it became clear: all of those little steps were leading us right over the edge of a cliff. I didn’t see any of it until it was too damned late.