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624 pages, Paperback
First published June 4, 2024
"I hated this male. Hated him with every fiber of my being. But curse me, I wanted him just as bad."
“Pants and a shirt,” I said dryly. “And a pair of boots with really good soles. Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?”
“Let me guess. Your virginity.”
“Fuck you, Fisher.”
“Sure.” He smirked. “But I'm afraid I don't have any new boots to trade you for your time.”
“Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock like a hungry little bitch in heat and didn't ask me something that mattered.” Gods, but he kept surprising me."
"My jaw was screaming, I was clenching my teeth so hard.
“Fuck—you—”
“There you go again. Hungry, needy little bitch in heat, begging to be fucked...” he taunted.
“Let. Go!”
“LIIIIISTENNN!!” Kingfisher's roar snatched my breath away."
"I wouldn't fuck you - if you were the last living -"
"Don't bother." The words held bite. "Lying is pointless with your heart betraying you so loudly."
"It's beating fast because I'm afraid," I snapped.
"Of me?" Kingfisher huffed a blast of laughter down his nose. "No, you're not. You should be, but you're not. That's one of the things I like most about you. . . You want to touch me the way I'm touching you, don't you? To feel the weight of me beneath your palms. The heat of me . . ."
"You're wrong."
He shook his head. "I'm not. . . I can smell you, Little Osha, and I'm thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you're making for me straight from the fucking cup."
"Of course Death was beautiful. How else would anyone chose to go with him without putting up a fight?
"The rebels my mother had helped before her death had done more than hide in our attic. They had trained me. Taught me how to steal. How to survive. How to fight. And now I fought like hell's own fury made flesh."
"My vision flickered red, a lifetime of rage and injustice finally demanding retribution. Hell had already been unleashed upon this place centuries ago. What was a little more suffering?
"Humans are usually weak, fickle creatures, but I'll admit, I admire this one's loyalty. She values her family over everything else. There's something to be said for that."
"Death has come for me, with wavy black hair and wicked green eyes."
"You're not ready for me, human. I don't come with a training mode.
"I hated him, I did. But you couldn't hate something without caring about it just a little, too."
"He sat there, his bare, inked chest not moving, his black waves tumbling into his face, so perfect, so handsome, and that cursed fucking thing deep in the basement of my soul ached and said mine."
"He was the first thing I saw. Always. My heart and my soul knew exactly where to find him.
"He was a part of me. I sensed that in my bones. If I wanted him to be, he would be the axis around which I revolved. I would be his. Two counterparts, independent of one another. Already whole, but together stronger than we could ever be apart."
"For those who live their nightmares so that others may have their dreams."
”Even the strongest warrior’s heart can break. His soul can still be crushed.”
this book is so hard to explain, so forgive me in advance, but istg i’ll try my best! i’m still confused about my thoughts😭
➼ plot
Saeris lives in the Third, under the reign of the undying queen, stealing and fighting every day for a glass of water in the scorching desert. but she also harbors a secret. when she finds herself face to face with death, she inadvertently reopens a gateway between realms and is transported to the fae realm, and in the middle of a war. there, she meets a handsome shadowy male with pointed ears and silver eyes. Kingfisher has secrets of his own and is willing to do whatever it takes to save his people, even if it means binding himself to a human. the oath is clear: she must work for him in exchange for her freedom once the task is done. but the devil is in the details…
➼ Saeris Fane🦋
she’s the epitome of a survivor, LITERALLY. you’ll know it when you’ll read it🤣
she’s indeed survived all her life, trying to protect those she loves, especially her brother. she’s always up for a challenge and knows her way with a sword. she’s different somehow but doesn’t know what makes her so special.
i liked saeris, she’s strong but i wouldn’t say she’s a badass fmc. yes, she always accepts a challenge but that hardly makes her one… i feel like her character is incomplete, it lacks something. that spark that makes her special.
➼ Kingfisher⚔️
first of all, sorry–but what kind of name is Kingfisher😭 i couldn’t take him seriously at first. thank god he goes with fisher i’m still hoping he has another name…
he’s shadows and mystery and hotness and half-insane all at once. he has a grumpy side and dirty mouth (and mind… iykyk👀). he has a torturous past and his secrets are a burden on his shoulders.
i liked him but–again–the character feels incomplete.
➼ Saeris & Fisher🦋⚔️
i liked them as a couple, somehow they make sense. their banter was entertaining and the tension did its job. they remind me sm of rhys and feyre tbh.
tho, the slow burn wasn’t slow burning at all. not that i minded, but you can’t call this a slow burn. yes, there was tension, but it didn’t last for too long. tho, i appreciated the spicy spice🌶️!!
sorry let’s take a minute to mention the one and only…
➼ Carrion Swift✨
i bet his back hurts bc he fucking carried the book. dare i say my fav character?💅🏼 he was hilarious and the funniest! every time he had a line, he nailed it. i hope to god i’ll have the chance to read more of him bc i love him!!!
overall, i’d say i enjoyed it and liked it but not loved it. this book is good. is it perfect? no, but you can easily enjoy it. the writing is not the best tbh, it’s sometimes confusing but it’s not too hard to read. the pace was kinda slow in the beginning and, i must admit, it took me almost the 50% to truly get into the story. the second half was more fast paced and i loved it. the magic system is unique, i’d never encountered it before. the ending was meh. it happened so much that i really, truly don’t know what could be possibly happening in the next ones.
i think i need to read the second one to really understand whether i’d recommend this series or not.
if you’ve read it, pls let’s have a chat💅🏼
It was harsh, but sometimes the cruel things we said served the kindest purpose.
“Should we, uh... knock?”
An arrogant smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. “Sure,” he said, as if this was a charming suggestion made by a single-brain-celled idiot. A second later, he slammed the sole of his boot against the wood, and then the door was on the ground in pieces. “Knock knock.” He stepped to one side, holding his hand out in a mockery of manners, gesturing for me to go ahead of him. “I don't think anyone's home.”
I hadn't seen many beautiful things in my short life. But, of all the beautiful things I had seen, Fisher was the most beautiful of all.
“I don't hate your kind. I'm just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I'm imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
This was the kiss to end all kisses.
To me, Kingfisher was a surly, foul-mouthed bastard who I wouldn't piss on even if he was on fire. To everyone inside this tavern, he was a living fucking god.
“We are nothing alike,” he said quietly. “You nearly died from a scratch that would have been a mild irritation to me. You are soft. You are fragile. You are vulnerable. You are a newborn fawn, stumbling around in the dark, surrounded by predators with very sharp teeth. I am the thing that exists on the other side of the dark. I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”
Every warrior in Innìr will smell me on you, Fisher's voice rumbled in my mind. I'm going to make you hoarse from screaming my fucking name. I'm going to mark you in every way imaginable, so that everyone knows you're fucking mine.
“You’re making a weird face,” Carrion whispered loudly. “Are you talking to it?”
“Yes, I'm talking to it. What do you think I'm doing?”
“I don't know. You look constipated.”
“Then we do as all dying things do. We return to the dirt, and the sea, and the sky. We sleep. We evolve. We change. We transcend.”
“I just love it when you disappear into tense conversations with creepy portal metal,” Carrion quipped, hoisting himself up to sit on the bench. “It's fascinating watching you do all of those facial gymnastics.”
You're the chink in my armor, Saeris. The soft spot where the knife slides in.
“It’s the most beautiful thing a person can experience in this lifetime. They glow blue and pink and silver, with an ethereal light. They have music, though no one knows how. A sweet, soft song that’s capable of healing. The Oshellith mate and lay their eggs, but once that’s done, they fill the air, and they dance. Protecting them while they live is considered a sacred rite that many die in order to perform. That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
“I am selfish, Saeris. I wanted something quiet and small and special for the both of us. Something we could keep.”
There were moments that were gifts, meant to be cherished only for as long as you could remember them.
“I'll be grateful for every second that I can say that I belong to you, Saeris Fane. Eighty years or eighteen hours. It doesn't matter to me. It'll still be the highest honor of my life.”
Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “For those who live their nightmares so that others may have their dreams.”
『 °*•Characters•*°』
‧₊˚🖇️ ”It’s Saeris. My name. Call me, that or nothing at all.” ┊“Nothing at all? I like the sound of that. Come here and look at this, Nothing At All.”*ೃ༄
『 °*•World Building and Plot•*°』
『 °*•Writing•*°』