A Light in the Flame (Flesh and Fire, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Daddy Nyktos is not happy,” Ector murmured.

“Sera.” I thought I heard Nyktos whisper my name as I began to doze off. “You were never a ghost to me.”

Forgiveness benefits the forgiver, and it’s easy. Understanding is acceptance, and that is far harder.”

Liessa. Something beautiful. Something powerful. Queen.

“Why did you visit my lake if you had this?” Nyktos was quiet for so long that I looked at him. He was still staring at the pool. “Because it was your lake.”

“Rise,” Ash’s voice was deeper, louder. A powerful thunder. “Rise for the One who is born of Blood and Ash, the Light and the Fire, and the Brightest Moon,” he said, and my eyes cut to him as my breath caught. My title.

“And the blood and ash part?” “It is something the draken like to say,” he answered. “It has different meanings. Strength of the blood and bravery of the ash is one of them. Some believe it symbolizes balance and represents life and death.”