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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

You are just a vessel that would be empty if not for the ember of life you carry within you.

Oh god, you just punched me in the throat. Did you realize you would do that when I had to read this?

“Maia,” he said, speaking of the Primal of Love, Beauty, and Fertility. “I had her remove my kardia.” Penellaphe gasped, her eyes widening with shock. “Good Fates,” she whispered. “I have known none who’ve done that.” I was obviously missing something and also getting tired of asking questions. “What is a kardia?” “It’s the piece of the soul—the spark—that all living creatures are born and die with. It allows them to love another not of their blood irrevocably, selflessly.” Penellaphe swallowed. “It must have been terribly painful to have that torn from you. To truly be unable to love.”

Well that ruins ALL MY PLANS

But he was Nyktos now. Not Ash. He’d never be Ash to me again.

YEEEOUCH

“But you’re not a real threat to him, are you? He may be attracted to you, but that’s about as deep as that shit can ever go.”

I would be curled up in a ball in the corner if anyone ever talked to me this way

“Because you just tore apart a god with your hands, and I found that…kind of hot.”

Welcome to romantasy Sera

I didn’t care because no one else cared beyond what I could do for them.

I’m going to need my jaw surgically reattached

“You’re trying to read my emotions.” “Yes,” he confirmed without any hint of shame. “And I feel nothing.”

Immediate tears

We stood in the courtyard of the dead and dying, but we couldn’t have been farther away from it as his mouth and tongue traced mine.

Hey this is actually fucked up

“I suppose it makes sense.” “What does?” I reached down, blocking Reaver as he started to inch around my legs. Her smile returned, a tight slash of berry. “That he would take a freckled and fat Consort.”

Freckled and fat is an INSANE insult

“What are you thinking about?” I stiffened. Oh, gods, I’d likely been projecting. “What do you feel?” “I don’t know.” He sounded confounded, curious. “I…I taste sweetness.” His brows pinched. “It reminds me of chocolate and strawberries.” “And you don’t know what that is?” “I don’t,” Ash said, frowning.

HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE OH MY GOD THATS ENOUGH OF THIS SICK AND TWISTED BULLSHIT

“Even if you had your kardia, Ash, there was no guarantee you’d love me—” “Yes, there is.” His eyes were wide and wild as he caught my wrists. “I would’ve loved you if I could have. There would’ve been no stopping me.”

I think about the line “There would’ve been no stopping me” ALL THE TIME