The Ashes & the Star-Cursed King (Crowns of Nyaxia, #2)

by Carissa Broadbent

I liked anger. It was tangible, and strong, and it made me feel powerful.

Anger

The look on Oraya’s face struck me. Satisfaction. Bloodthirsty satisfaction. The first time in weeks I’d seen something that looked like fight in her eyes. Goddess, I could’ve fucking wept for it. There she is, I thought.

Get em

It was all her. Deadly and stunning. Even her hatred was fucking beautiful.

He's Obsessed

“I never questioned any of it, either. For a hell of a lot longer than twenty years. But that’s what happens when one person gets to shape your entire world. They can make it into whatever they want, and you’re stuck inside those walls, whether they’re real or not.”

Manipulation

“Don’t be. I respect fear. Only the foolish don’t.”

Trueeeee

“You have nothing but me,” I said. “And yet, you’d let me go?” “I have nothing but you,” he murmured. “So I am letting you go.”

The man you are