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

by Carissa Broadbent

But everything about our tryst felt toxic, like we were trying to fuck something dead back to life and pretending we didn’t both smell the rot.

Yikes

Then crossed the bedroom and jammed myself into a corner, resting my forehead at the apex of two walls.

Timeout

He looked terrible. And yet, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. This second thought felt slightly traitorous, as it flitted through my mind.

Taking the insurmountable and, quietly, making it surmountable.

But even if you were, maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything. Maybe the shit would have just cascaded a little differently, and there would have been one more body dragged out of that house.”

This is foreshadowing isnt it

“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.

Why does no one talk about max

His brow furrowed. “One day I will, though.”

I love Moth

The answer, of course, was, Yes, frequently, in great detail. But I would pretend that wasn’t the case as long as I possibly could. I was, after all, a well-practiced, world-renowned expert in denial. I was good at magic, good at fighting, good at gardening. But I was excellent at avoiding inconvenient truths.

Max is so real

No counting her dancing steps with me.

But I was looking past her, at Zeryth, whose eyes roamed over her with eager pleasure, like he had just been presented with a gift that he couldn’t wait to unwrap.

Can he die

There was power in being underestimated.

I brushed my lips against his throat.

Ok now brush your lips against his lips

“This isn’t what I want.”

Alr what the fuck max

Those things were worth more to me than anything else ever would be. Downright precious.

Ok i understand a little now

And yet, I suddenly found myself unable to breathe, because to call her beautiful would be such an understatement that it was downright insulting.

Im screaming

We both moved at once. She fell forward against me, and I slid my arms around her, pulling her closer, my mouth lowering to meet hers.

FINA FUCKING LY

When his mouth moved to my cheek, I mourned it only for a moment before he trailed kisses down to my chin, to my jaw, lighting fire to my neck.

If reshaye fucking interrupts im reaching into the book and strangling it

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

LMAFAOOO

I was in love with him.

No shit

My last thought, as sleep took me, was that I wouldn’t mind at all if I was tethered to his harbor forever.

And maybe I needed sleep, but did I really need it any more than I needed her? Than I needed to spend every possible second inside of her, or touching her, or watching her, or listening to her? 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.

“Letting you find out that I’m ticklish will be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”

Oh, yes, now I remember. Everything is terrible.

“This is a tent. A shelter constructed of fabric. Fabric is a material not known for its sound dampening qualities.” He said all of this in that perpetually smooth, calm voice, but his tired eyes glittered with laughter. “You’re lucky that I’m the only one close enough to hear.”

LMFAO HAHAHAHAHAHA

Somewhere deep inside of me, beneath the unease and anxiety that had plagued me all day, a wicked flower took root.

Easy for her to say. She probably had seven hidden blades shoved into her underwear alone.

Very aelin coded

We would walk in together and we would walk out together, I swore.

Im scared this isnt gonna happen

Everyone, in fact, was holding red wine.

Red flags are being raised

A night I remembered so vividly that I still knew exactly how the damp warmth of his breath felt against my cheek. And he had no idea who I was.

I hope he dies

Unease still stirred in my stomach, leaving me slightly dizzy.

They were poisoned i bet

Odd that I didn’t taste their reaction in the air

I KNEW IT

But I didn’t think about the pain. I only thought about one terrible realization as my blurred vision settled on the broken remains of my empty wine glass:

Im a genius

Tisaanah. My Tisaanah, picked apart by so many monsters.

My tisannah <3

I would not accept another kiss goodbye.

“I know only some of that answer. Some, you will have to explain to me, mysterious snake man.” I chuckled. The vibration of it ached. “Mysterious snake man. You shall now always address me by this title.”

Went from crying to laughing

Maybe freedom was always a little bit terrifying.

Once, many years ago, he had told me that his grandfather used to say that every moment in life was a coin with one dark side and one light. They fell on the ground with one side facing up, but the other always lay beneath it, there, but hidden. Serel always saw both sides of the coin, even when fate handed him nothing but darkness.

“We’re not done,”

My name is Tisaanah. I am a free woman and yet still a slave. I am fragments of many things but a whole of only myself. I am a daughter of no worlds, and all worlds. And I am not done yet.

swathes of velvet and cascading blonde waves falling over her shoulders.

Is reshaye somehow related to the queen?

By the time you read this, he wrote, Sesri will be dead…

What the fuck