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512 pages, Hardcover
First published February 21, 2017
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鈥淟ife isn't made of choices, it's made of trades. Some are good, some are bad, but they all have a cost.鈥�The Four Londons have existed (somewhat) in harmony for the past few years - but all that is about to change.
鈥淒eath comes for us all," said Holland evenly. "I would simply have mine mean something.鈥�Meanwhile Kell and Lila must find a way to save their London, and all the Londons, before it is too late.
鈥淪he 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.鈥�
鈥淎noshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.鈥�
鈥淭hen why are you smiling?鈥� 鈥淏ecause,鈥� she said, 鈥渂ad ideas are my favorite kind.鈥�
#1 A Darker Shade of Magic 鈽呪槄鈽呪槄鈽�
#2 A Gathering of Shadows 鈽呪槄鈽呪槄鈽�
#3 A Conjuring of Light 鈽呪槄鈽呪槄鈽�
鈥淟ove and loss,鈥� he said, 鈥渁re 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.鈥�
鈥淪cars are not shameful, not unless you let them be. If you do not wear them, they will wear you.鈥�
鈥淲hat are we drinking to?鈥�
鈥淭he living,鈥� said Rhy.
鈥淭he dead,鈥� said Alucard and Lila at the same time.
鈥淲e鈥檙e being thorough,鈥� added Rhy.
鈥淒eath comes for us all. I would simply have mine mean something.鈥�
鈥�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.鈥�
鈥淭here were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.鈥�
鈥淐aring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn鈥檛 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鈥檛 break you clean. It was a bone that didn鈥檛 set, a cut that wouldn鈥檛 close.鈥�
鈥淚t is an arrogant man that thinks himself a god.
And an arrogant god, thought Tieren, looking to the window, that thinks himself a man.鈥�
"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
鈥淵ou think this is a bad idea,鈥� he said. It wasn鈥檛 a question. But it sparked something in Lila, rekindled the fire in her eyes and ignited a grin.
鈥淲ithout a doubt.鈥�
鈥淭hen why are you smiling?鈥�
鈥淏ecause,鈥� she said, 鈥渂ad ideas are my favorite kind.鈥�
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鈥檚 hand moved on its puppet string. And his mind screamed until it finally lost its voice.
鈥淟uc?鈥� 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
鈥淚鈥檓 here,鈥� answered Alucard. 鈥淚鈥檓 here. Stay with me.鈥�
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鈥檚 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.
鈥淚 told you to keep him safe, not cuddle鈥�
鈥淜ell,鈥� 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鈥檇 just been dumped in the sea, or the sea had been dumbed over him.
鈥淪top fucking with the ship.鈥�
This is why I run. Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn鈥檛 let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, motor then anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn鈥檛 break you clean. It was a bone that didn鈥檛 set, a cut that wouldn鈥檛 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
鈥淟ove and loss,鈥� he said, 鈥渁re 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.鈥�
鈥淟ife isn't made of choices, it's made of trades. Some are good, some are bad, but they all have a cost.鈥�
鈥淚 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.鈥�
鈥淲e don't choose what we are, but we choose what we do.鈥�
鈥淪cars are not shameful, not unless you let them be (鈥�). If you do not wear them, they will wear you.鈥�
鈥淟ife is chaos. Time is order.鈥�
鈥淭hey ran together with the river and the mist and the moonless sky until they were everywhere.鈥�
鈥淏ut all stories start somewhere, and that night, as he walked through the streets of London, a new myth was taking shape.鈥�
鈥淎noshe 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.鈥�
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
鈥淒eath comes for us all,鈥� said Holland evenly. 鈥淚 would simply have mine mean something.鈥�
Lila met Holland鈥檚 gaze, expecting鈥攎aybe even hoping鈥攖o 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. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e like him.鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥漵aid Kell dryly, striding past him. 鈥淪he鈥檚 one of a kind.鈥�
Lila looked to Kell. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 teach me this one.鈥�
His jaw was slack. 鈥淚 鈥 didn鈥檛 know it.鈥�
Holland gave them both a bland look. 鈥淎mazing,鈥漢e said dryly. 鈥淭here are still things you haven鈥檛 learned.鈥�
It wasn鈥檛 a good-bye, not really.
What was the word for parting?
Anoshe.
That was it.
Until another day.
听How was she supposed to fight a woman whose knives didn鈥檛 even stay in her hands?
The answer, of course, was simple: the same way she fought anyone else.
Quick and dirty.