Mother of Death & Dawn (The War of Lost Hearts, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

The other was taller, with sleek blond hair that reached her waist, sharp cheekbones, and a piercing stare of gold that triggered a wave of recognition.

Recognition?

“His heart is what truly lit the fires of war, and the fire burns because of you. The decision was for all of us, yes. But the vengeance? The vengeance is for you.”

“One hundred and eighty thousand days I have been at the mercy of human kings,” I snarled. “And if you think you are any better than any of them, you are a fool.”

But Ilyzath itself was strange. No one knew exactly how it worked. It was widely regarded to be one of the oldest magical locations in the world—older than Ara itself by millennia.

Perhaps forgetting everything—and in doing so, forgetting me—was the only thing that saved him, even now.

What if he never regains his memory and gets sucked back to Ilyzath when it calls and theres no HEA?! MY HEART

The Lejaras, the three pools. One that embodies change, one that embodies life, and one that embodies death.”

What if the pools are people? Specifically Max, Tisaanah, and Aefe? Tisaanah: Change Max: Death Aefe: Life

“It was a gift, Max,” she murmured. “A gift to have known you. I hope that you have the most incredible, happy life. I hope you find a future worth forgetting your past. Make it worth it. Find joy. Do you understand?”

“And whose heart is it?”

Aefe's?

What “business,” I wondered?

but when I tried to undress him, he pinned me down

What if he has a gaping stomach wound like the creatures?

His hand shot to his chest, clutching it.

Is his heart the one?

“Do not fear death, my daughter. We all walk with one foot in each world. There is beauty in impermanence. And what sad lives we would live, if we never loved anything we would lose.”