Children of Fallen Gods (The War of Lost Hearts, #2)

by Carissa Broadbent

I had long ago stopped believing in the gods. I already lived my life under the control of so many mortal men — it brought me no comfort to think of immortal ones pulling the strings, too.

Hitting me 1% into the book, damn.

“But the gods have tainted you. You know why you cannot be the Teirness—” “I do not want to be the Teirness,” I whispered. “I want to be your daughter.”

Ok but she is even if she’s tainted?? Unless she ain’t 👀

The stalks were so tall that the petals hovered high up in the mist, fluttering in the breeze, like blurry, bloody butterflies.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, against my skin,

WHOA

And then my vision was consumed by white and white and white.

I fuckin knew it, holy shit.

“You can put that down. I would not save you just to kill you.”

HMMMM, WHERE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEFORE, ISHQA?

“Caduan.”

Screaming, crying, throwing up.

And I let my grief become rage.

Book 3 is about to be the epitome of feminine rage.