Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

“Gwendalina, I wish I could walk through this glass and be there for you in this moment. But know this, you are a Vega. Your blood is royal and more powerful than anything you can imagine. You can move the sky if you want it enough, but you must banish all doubt from your heart, because it will steal that power from you. Do you understand me?”

“Remember to own your actions. When wielding a weapon greater than any should call their own, only the strength of your heart can guide it, only the power of your will can contain it. Know yourself and own every piece of who you are. I am sure you won’t ever fail the way I have,” my father called to me.

“Your soul is bound to mine,” I breathed against his mouth, even though I knew he was no longer there to hear my words, but a dark and unknown energy seemed to stir the air itself at that vow. “And I won’t rest until I make every star in the heavens fall for trying to cleave us apart.”

He was mine and I was his. That wouldn’t change even with the shadow of death hanging between us, keeping us apart. There is only him. Endlessly. Always.

When all hope is lost, and the darkest night descends, remember the promises that bind. When the dove bleeds for love, the shadow will meet the warrior. A hound will bay for vengeance where the rift drinks deep. One chance awaits. The king may fall on the day the Hydra bellows in a spiteful palace.

I had never wanted to be a queen. But now a crown of flames would ignite like a funeral pyre upon my brow, and my one and only decree would be to seek out the end to all who had crossed me, and make them scream as they were forced to bow at my feet.

“Your body will be willingly mine for three moon cycles, and when that time is up, I shall release Darcy Vega from her curse."

“Darius Vega is the greatest Dragon who ever lived,” I spoke loud and clear, making Lionel fall deathly still.

Faetalian,

“Then I am coming with you. My Maxy boy awaits me, and I shall bay for vengeance on behalf of my dear Daddy while ripping the throats from our enemies as we retrieve him.”

We love a raging bitch

“Oh, in the valley of the fruit of my loins, sweet Petunia shall rise and claim her salmon,”

Esta tipa I swear

So it looked like the Undercover A.S.S. had just bagged themselves a K.U.N.T.

Lmao

“Listen to me, Blue. I loved you when your soul shone with all the starlight in the night sky, and I’ll love you now when your soul is the blackest you’ve ever known. I will love you whole and I’ll love you in pieces. It doesn’t matter, light or dark, I am here. That is what mates are for. It’s what I’m made to be for you by the stars themselves, so stop trying to shut me out.”

“You’re a fool to scoff at love. It’s the only thing that can fill the void in you. You try to fill that space with all the riches and control you can possess, but it will never be enough. Only family is capable of that. And you cast yours aside. I love your sons, and I love Catalina; they’re the greatest treasures you ever had, and you lost them. Thank the stars you did, because they escaped the monster who tried to bend them to his will. They cut out all the pieces of you that were left in them too. They’re free of you now. Dead or alive. They’re fucking free. And you can never take that away from them. So live your hollow life, and enjoy your hollow death. At least wherever I end up, there’ll be warm arms waiting to greet me.”

“A gift, Libra, son of the hunter, for there must be a balance. A light to counter the dark. Your bond will be safeguarded with starlight from this day forward.”

Thank fuck for small miracles

The pain in my chest sharpened, the ache of my reality cutting deep as always and still I didn’t cry. I wasn’t sure I had any tears left in me.

Accurate description of how I feel reading this goddamn book

I’d already had the best pack I could imagine. I’d had the Heirs, Darcy, Tory, Orion, even crazy-ass Geraldine Grus. They were my family, and some of the best times of my life had happened in The Burrows.

Miguel looked up at her from the ground in awe. “I know of you. The Nymphs call you Sentina Laquorian. It means the Sentinel of the Royals in the shadow language of old.”

a muscular man and a petite woman holding a baby on his back.

Elise, the baby and the 4th bf in law?

“So now we’re all just asses on the rump?

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It is my duty to restrict their power until the threat of the insurgents can be eradicated. So, any Fae under the classification of a lesser Order will now require a permit to shift or use their Order gifts in public. Any lesser Fae found using their Order forms aggressively will be arrested without question.”

Este rapasumai