Rising Queen (Court of the Sea Fae, #3)

by C.N. Crawford

We were incomplete and broken, and there was no peace.

That was what it meant to fall.

But even when I looked calm, under the surface, the molten heat still raged.

Now, that ancient, fiery wrath was ready to erupt again, and to take down anyone in my path.

Lady Richelle thought I was a monster. And you know what? I fucking was. And that was why I was still alive.

I was her monster.

Did I really think an ancient warrior god such as him would give up his entire destiny for a common fae like me? Yes, frankly, I did. I still did.

It’s the way the story is written, because our story is a tragedy.”

history was written by the victors.

“Even when you’re being nice,” said Aenor, “it looks a little insane.”

“Look. You see how beautiful that is? The movement like spirits dancing across the stone. That beauty is painted by shadows. Light on its own is just a blank canvas.”

But strength, like beauty, is painted by shadows… Light on its own is just a blank canvas.

We were the beginning and the end, and our love was eternal. This was where I belonged.

we’re stuck with each other now. Because if I didn’t have you, I’d lose my mind. Without you, the night sky won’t let me sleep, and the dawn doesn’t give me dreams, and I would become absolutely deranged.”

here we were, twisted and flawed, in our own sort of heaven.