The King's Captive (Gate of Myth and Power, #1)

by K.M. Shea

I was fairly certain anxiety settled upon them at birth.

Mood

“Magiford Donuts” had opened downtown a few months before, and I was ridiculously hooked.

Seems fishy

Keep calm and survive—that’s my motto.

It’s safe enough, and magic approves. Peace is special and sacred. It should be acceptable that I protect her to give myself even this momentary illusion. I knew the reality: peace was something I could never have.

Would it be enough if i could never bring you peace?

“Everyone else will call you Ama,” he said. “But to me, you are Amalourne.”

Sweet nothingsss

Magiford. Close cities—like Chicago and Milwaukee—are experiencing some troubles, but not on the scale of Magiford.” “And beyond the Midwest?”

Midwest cities... Is magiford fuckin DETROIT!?

The last three years of stress and anxiety had beaten the dramatics out of me, but at that moment I swear I felt my heart depart from my body, off to greener pastures and less stressful situations.

Lmfaooo

I felt magic—a warm, reassuring kind of magic that wrapped around Noctus’s sharp elven magic. I hadn’t felt anything like it before; it was almost…a connection.

THEY ARE DESTINED SOULMATES I JUST KNOW I. and the shadow thats hunting herknows she is thr part of thr prophecy

As the clerk stuffed my donuts in a wax paper bag, something banged, and the front windows rattled. The wizard grimaced as he put the toasted coconut donut in its own bag. “That’s one of our ovens. The industrial ones are loud sometimes.”

i just knowwww this bakery has something to do with dying magic and or lousy artifacts

Sit up, Chloe dear. Slumping is for those who have lost, and you are not beaten.”

Big Facts

vampire. “It will help you think.” “Noise canceling headphones would help me think,” Aristide said. “Then I wouldn’t have to listen to your chewing.”

i too hate the sound of chewing

I am going to keep my cat, no matter what. And Chloe is interesting and amusing enough that she’d be worth the trouble to keep as well.

Instead, I almost jumped out of my skin and nearly turned into a cat again when Noctus curled his left arm around my waist in a loose hug, the metal of his gauntlets brushing my back.

ITS HAPPENING