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

by Carissa Broadbent

“I know you are awake, mysterious snake man.” “I know you know, demanding rot goddess.”

“Always, you listen to words that are not belonging of you. I want…” He stumbled, struggling. “I want to give you, to speak of you, in your words. Your… voice.”

You would raise your hand against your own people? Siobhan had said, seconds before they killed her.

This man. “You knew Reshaye,” I forced out. And Max’s eyes went wide. Ishqa’s stare darkened. “Reshaye?” he said, quietly. “That’s what she calls herself?” “She?” Max said. “Does it mean something?” I murmured. A wince flickered across the man’s face. “It means, ‘No one.’”

the way i GASPED

“You were the one who wanted to save the world,” he said, quietly. “I just wanted to save you.”

“I think about it all the time. It is a dream so vivid that I know every detail. I know what your eyes look like surrounded by the lines of age. I know what your hand feels like beneath mine weathered by decades of life. I know the way our features look combined in our children, the cadence of their voices, the way you sound when you call their names. And I already love them.”

And I let my grief become rage.