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591 pages, Paperback
First published February 7, 2017
To be fair...the author tried to warn me.
A Smarter girl would turn and run
I've been broken too many times to break again.Her "prison" includes: A private bathroom, a personal library, meals three times a day, makeovers, fancy gowns and kingdom tours. Sign me the f*ck up
But like a dog starved, I’ll take whatever scraps I’m given. Whatever passes for kindness in this lonely cage.Really, REALLY Mare? What scraps? You were invited to be a bridesmaid at a royal wedding. oh boo-hoo
How to tell your Mare from your Mare -- 101--Original Mare: Whiny, self-pitying garbage human. She regularly kills people and only feels "remorse" when convenient for the plot. She literally was made into a princess-to-be but threw it all away cause she had to read a paragraph of propaganda
--Cameron: The younger, whinier Mare. She's the token diversity character and manages to "hate" Mare while simultaneously admiring her. She constantly refers back to her intricately braded hair...because she's the only black character. The author uses these "subtle hints" at her skin color every freaking time we are at her perspective.
--Evangeline: The older, posher Mare but with SURPRISE SHE'S GAY twist. This came out of the blue. It honestly feels like Aveyard threw the twist in because she needed to fill her LGBT+ quota.
--Farley: Pregnant Mare, anyone? Manages to run an entire army while growing a tiny human yet everyone is more impressed with Mare surviving "prison." Farley has a hardcore British accent yet no one from her hometown (or her family) has that accent. The accent is possibly the greatest mystery of this series.
--Cal: What would Mare be like if she was a guy?
--Maven: What would Mare be if she was an EVIL guy?
salt and smokeand I'm hard-pressed to think of something less appealing thing to stick my tongue in. How does that even happen?
familiar with the male formafter living with her father and brothers. Shudder.
“I've been broken too many times to break again.�
“To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.�
“You aren’t alone.� The hope in his eyes cuts deeply. “You have your crown.�
“We're not a god's chosen, but a god's cursed.�
“I am Mare Barrow. Not Mareena, not the lightning girl. Mare.�
“Red. Red as blood, red as fire. Red as the anger eating us both alive.�
“Choose me.�
“Now I'm in a king's cage. But so is he. My chains are Silent Stone. His is the crown.�
I’m not leaving this place unless I leave behind his corpse—or mine.
It’s almost comical. Every step I take explodes in my face. I tried to save Kilorn from conscription and maimed my sister instead. I became a maid to help my family and within hours became a prisoner. I believed Maven’s words and Maven’s false heart. I trusted Cal to choose me. I raided a prison to free people and ended up clutching Shade’s corpse. I sacrificed myself to save the people I love. I gave Maven a weapon. And now, try as I might to thwart his reign from the inside, I think I’ve done something much worse.
The smell of smoke gets stronger as I push on. Hope flares. Where there’s smoke, there’s a fire prince.
Nights spent curled against Cal. Forcing Cameron to join our cause. Stolen moments rereading Maven’s sickening notes. Memories of who I thought the forgotten prince was. My cowardice. My nightmares. My mistakes. Every selfish step I took that led me here.
Look what you did. Look what you did. Look what you did.
Even now, when I am painfully his, he won’t let go. I would prefer death to this cage, to the twisted obsession of a mad boy king.
I wonder if he has nightmares of the assassination attempt. Nightmares of his mother, dead by my hand. His father, dead by his action. His brother, in exile but a constant threat. Funny, Maven called himself Cal’s shadow, but Cal is the shadow now, haunting every corner of Maven’s fragile kingdom.
“If your heart’s not in this, you’re going to get a lot of people killed.�
He whirls, almost knocking me on my ass with the speed and force of his movement. I have seen his fire firsthand, but never so strongly as the flame blazing in his eyes.
“Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this,� he hisses through gritted teeth.
“Then what do you want?� When Kilorn asked me that same question, it gave me focus, purpose, a clear path in darkness. “What do you want, Cal?�
He answers quickly, eyes blazing. “You.� His fingers tighten on mine, hot but steady in temperature. He’s holding himself back as much as he can. “I am in love with you, and I want you more than anything else in the world.�
“You aren’t alone.� The hope in his eyes cuts deeply. “You have your crown.�
“I thought I knew what heartbreak was. I thought that was what Maven did to me. When he stood and left me kneeling. When he told me everything I ever thought him to be was a lie. But then, I believed I loved him.
I know now, I didn't know what love was. Or what even the echo of heartbreak felt like.
To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.�
“The person she loved is dead, stolen by someone else. Mine chose to walk away. Chose everything I hate over everything I am. I wonder which hurts more. "
"Samos, Calore, Cygnet. The Rift, Norta, the Lakelands. All driven by greed, all ready to break one another for an already broken crown."
Power seduces all, and it makes us blind.This book was my most wanted book. I wanted to read this book more than anything. Anything!! When I got my hands on this, I was kind of...repenting. Repenting on what I was wanting.
"Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed."
“Now I'm in a king's cage. But so is he. My chains are Silent Stone. His is the crown.�
"But like a dog starved, I’ll take whatever scraps I’m given. Whatever passes for kindness in this lonely cage."
“I would prefer death to this cage, to the twisted obsession of a mad boy king.�
“The crushing weight of silence hangs heavy as always. For a moment it's too difficult to breathe, and I wonder if this is how I die. Drowned in this bed of silk, burned by a king's obsession, smothered by open air.�
"Through it all, I stare at the boy on the throne. He maintains his mask. Jaw clenched, lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line. Still fingers, straight back. But his gaze wavers. Something in his eyes has gone far away. And at his collar, the slightest gray flush rises, painting his neck and the tips of his ears.
He's terrified.
For a second, it makes me happy. Then I remember―monsters are most dangerous when they're afraid."
“The fallen prince is exhausting. I don't know how Mare could stand him or his inability to choose a damned side-especially when there's only one side he can possibly pick.�
“Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this," he hisses through gritted teeth.
Swooning words. A romantic declaration. I can barely stop my eyes from rolling.
"Save it for when we get her back," I grumble.
“As much as I want Mare back, I want someone else more.�
“Cameron, your brother is embedded in a legion. It’s not like pulling out a tooth.�
“I’m not asking for your help or the Guard’s. I just need a map and maybe a gun. I’ll do the bleeding rest myself.�
“If there was ever a person begging for an elbow to the face, it is Evangeline Samos.�
“We are silver houses of noble and ancient blood, allied with rebels, criminals, servants and thieves. Abilities or not, our ways of life stand in direct opposition. Our goals are not the same. The council chamber is a powder keg. If I'm lucky it will explode. Blow apart any threat of marriage. Destroy the cage they want to put me back in.�
“Maven Calore is not his own self. He told me as much. He is a construct, a creation of his mother's additions and subtractions. A mechanical, a machine, soulless and lost. What a horror, to know that someone like this holds our fates in the palm of his quivering hand.�
“And his eyes are worst of all. Her eyes, Elara's eyes. Once I thought them cold, made of living ice. Now I know better. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception.�
“I love your brother, Maven. You were right. You are only a shadow, and who looks at shadows when they have flame? Who would ever choose a monster over a god?�
“You're like Thomas was. You are the only person I care about, the only person who reminds me I am alive. Not empty. And not alone.�
“I have no illusions where Maven is concerned. I know his twisted heart, and that it feels something for me. Something he wants to get rid of, but can never part with.�
“To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.�