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624 pages, Hardcover
First published February 21, 2017
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“Life isn't made of choices, it's made of trades. Some are good, some are bad, but they all have a cost.”The Four Londons have existed (somewhat) in harmony for the past few years - but all that is about to change.
“Death comes for us all," said Holland evenly. "I would simply have mine mean something.”Meanwhile Kell and Lila must find a way to save their London, and all the Londons, before it is too late.
“She was a thief, a runaway, a pirate, a magician.Talk about a whirlwind!
She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying.
She was still a mystery.
And he loved her.”
“Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.”
“Then why are you smiling?” “Because,” she said, “bad ideas are my favorite kind.”
"Love and loss," he said, "are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be."
"We don't choose what we are, but we choose what we do."
"People spoke of love as if it were an arrow. A thing that flew quick, and always found its mark."
#1 A Darker Shade of Magic ★★★★★
#2 A Gathering of Shadows ★★★★★
#3 A Conjuring of Light ★★★★★
“Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”
“Scars are not shameful, not unless you let them be. If you do not wear them, they will wear you.”
“What are we drinking to?”
“The living,” said Rhy.
“The dead,” said Alucard and Lila at the same time.
“We’re being thorough,” added Rhy.
“Death comes for us all. I would simply have mine mean something.”
“Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe.
Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.”
“There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.”
“Caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn’t let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn’t break you clean. It was a bone that didn’t set, a cut that wouldn’t close.”
“It is an arrogant man that thinks himself a god.
And an arrogant god, thought Tieren, looking to the window, that thinks himself a man.”
"Tell you what, " said the first attacker. "If you beg, we'll make it quick."
Lila's blood sang the way it always did before a fight, clear and bright and hungry. "And why," she said, "would I want to rush your deaths?"
"Cocky bitch," growled the second. "I'm gonna fu--"
Her knife hissed through the air and embedded itself in his throat. Blood spilled down his front as he clawed at his neck and toppled forward, and she made it under the next man's guard before the body hit the ground, driving her serrated blade up through his chin before the first blow caught her, a fist to the jaw.
She went down hard, spitting blood into the street.
Heat coursed through her limbs as a hand grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feed, a knife under her chin.
"Any last words?" asked the man with the rotting teeth.
Lila held up her hands, as if in surrender, before flashing a vicious smile.
"Tyger, Tyger," she said, and the fire roared to life.
Anoshe.
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD
“You think this is a bad idea,” he said. It wasn’t a question. But it sparked something in Lila, rekindled the fire in her eyes and ignited a grin.
“Without a doubt.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“Because,” she said, “bad ideas are my favorite kind.”
1. SHE SINGLE HANDEDLY RESCUED KELL FROM A PARALLEL UNIVERSE FROM A CAGE PROTECTED BY THE SHARPEST KNIGHT IN WHITE LONDONMy friend (who hated Lila) said she wasn't as annoying in this book. And I suppose, in a sense it's true - she went through a hell lot of character development. She hated goodbyes, but she said them. She hated caring, but she cared anyway. She wanted to run, but she stayed anyway. These subtle changes were far more powerful than any words could be.
2. She's fucking badass.
3. She's Lila Bard and she doesn't give a damn.
The bodies piled. Athos watched. Astrid grinned. Holland’s hand moved on its puppet string. And his mind screamed until it finally lost its voice.
“Luc?” rasped Rhy.- He woke up and called him luc my heart is over he was dying and what he thought of what said was luc jfc
“I’m here,” answered Alucard. “I’m here. Stay with me.”
He tried to speak, but his heart slammed against his ribs as if trying to break through.
It redoubled, then faltered.
Alucard clutched his lover’s hand.- HE CALLED HIM HIS LOVER I AM DEAD I AM DYING
All that mattered - all that would ever matter - was this.- I mean, how can you not cry reading that?
Rhy was alive.
“I told you to keep him safe, not cuddle”
“Kell,” she said, the word something between a whisper and a gasp.
And then the door burst open.
Alucard stood in the doorway, soaking wet, as if he’d just been dumped in the sea, or the sea had been dumbed over him.
“Stop fucking with the ship.”
This is why I run. Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn’t let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, motor then anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn’t break you clean. It was a bone that didn’t set, a cut that wouldn’t close.
VERDICT: VICTORIA SCHWAB HAS SHATTERED ME AND I DON'T KNOW IF I'LL EVER BE FINE. WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT EVERYBODY ON THIS PLANET NEEDS THIS TRILOGY IN THERE LIFE.
pre-review(s) because I'm trash lmao
“Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”
“Life isn't made of choices, it's made of trades. Some are good, some are bad, but they all have a cost.”
“I have never known what to make of you. Not since the day we met. And it terrifies me. You terrify me. And the idea of you walking away again, vanishing from my life, that terrifies me most of all.”
“We don't choose what we are, but we choose what we do.”
“Scars are not shameful, not unless you let them be (…). If you do not wear them, they will wear you.”
“Life is chaos. Time is order.”
“They ran together with the river and the mist and the moonless sky until they were everywhere.”
“But all stories start somewhere, and that night, as he walked through the streets of London, a new myth was taking shape.”
“Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving.”
Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe.
Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.
A Conjuring of Light may mark the end of one adventure, but remember: when it comes to this world, new doors are always being made.
- Victoria Schwab
“Death comes for us all,” said Holland evenly. “I would simply have mine mean something.”
Lila met Holland’s gaze, expecting—maybe even hoping—to find that cold, implacable calm, perhaps tinged with disgust. Instead, she found shades of sadness, loss. And somehow, strength. The strength to go on. To try again. To trust.
Ned stared at her with open awe. “You’re like him.”
“No,”said Kell dryly, striding past him. “She’s one of a kind.”
Lila looked to Kell. “You didn’t teach me this one.”
His jaw was slack. “I …I didn’t know it.”
Holland gave them both a bland look. “Amazing,”he said dryly. “There are still things you haven’t learned.”
It wasn’t a good-bye, not really.
What was the word for parting?
Anoshe.
That was it.
Until another day.
How was she supposed to fight a woman whose knives didn’t even stay in her hands?
The answer, of course, was simple: the same way she fought anyone else.
Quick and dirty.