A Shadow in the Ember (Flesh and Fire, #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Shh.” Had he just shushed me?

“Too bad. I like hearing myself list things,”

“What does liessa mean?” The god didn’t answer for what felt like a small eternity. “It has different meanings to different people.” The eather pulsed in his eyes, swirling once more through the silver. “But all of them mean something beautiful and powerful.”

“Did you kill that man?” Smoothing out the skirts of the gown, I crossed my ankles. “I believe he slipped and fell upon my blade.” “Was it his throat that fell upon your blade?” “Odd, right?”

“Normally, they don’t cause that many problems, but sometimes, they find their way out of the Dying Woods and into Lethe,” she explained. “Then, Nyktos must round them up. Fun times had by all.”

Tell me wh i imagined nyktos with a net catching spirts like in animal crossing

Daddy Nyktos?

“I have never seen him sleep so deeply. Not even when he was just a babe. The slightest sound would wake him.”

“I knew his parents. I called them my friends, and I call Ash one of my own,” he answered, head straightening. His gaze caught mine and held it. “I think I will call you one of my own.” I really had to be asleep. “Why?” “Because you’ve given him peace.”

He tilted my head back, and I was no longer looking up at Ash. This was a Primal. The Primal of Death. He was Nyktos to me now.

“Fate can go fuck itself,” Nyktos growled.