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354 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 11, 2014
A knife flashed in her hand and she lunged at him.
God, he had to be crazy. She had a knife to his throat and all he could think about was how her lips would taste.
Insanity. It had to be.
But he wanted to kiss her more than anything right that second.
“You must kill the boy.”One. Fucking. Job.
This was her fault. She had disturbed the balance of the universe.You had one job.
She ached to return to Pyralis, to the twilight and the scent of flowers layered through the air, to the vast horizon of stars and the trees that whispered songs to her in the half darkness, and to her sisters, singing to the sky, running through the forests.In order to return to Pyralis, she has to fulfil one final mission: Kill a boy.
Her fate depended on his.Lucas is a boy. A special boy. A different boy. A special boy who has always known he was different.
If she did not find Luc, if she did not kill him the way the marble had indicated—the hand, the knife—she would never be allowed to return to Pyralis Terra.
He never exactly felt like an outsider, but the thought was always there, in the back of his mind: Different.He has had a rough life, his sister is a 15-year old slut (but he adores her deeply anyway). Poor little sister, she with her bellyy-button-baring shirts. She of the chain smoking habit. She's a bad one. She's going to turn out just like his no-good mother who left her children.
She had the craziest eyes he’d ever seen. … Gray, but tinged almost with purple, like the bay reflecting the sunset.Silvery purple?! That's just a new level of Mary Sue-ism right there. Oh yeah, it's definitely her eyes that Lucas loves.
The soft grayish-purple color of her eyes was unlike anything he’d ever seen, and he couldn’t keep from staring. Her pupils dilated and the color changed, deepening to a wild violet hue that reminded him of dark storm clouds in a summer sky.The guy can definitely wax poetic about a girl's features, let me tell you that.
The fire lit up crazy colors in her eyes—threads of silver and gold, that wild violet color—and for a second, he felt as if he was consumed by her eyes, lost in them.Or maybe it's her scent. Her intoxicating scent! *sigh*
She smelled like flowers—lilac. The word popped into his head. It was intoxicating. He wanted to bury his face in her hair and breathe her in. Do more than just breathe her in.That scent. Man, it's like...orgasmic.
The space between them grew smaller; the smell of her, that insane smell of flowers, intensified.Lucas just came a little.
For a second, her head lolled heavily against his, and he could smell her breath. Flowers.The feeling is rather mutual. Corinthe needs to kill him. She just can't do it. Mostly because she doesn't want to. Because she is fucking incompetent, and partially because she keeps fainting.
She smelled like flowers.
And then her lovely eyes rolled backward, her body relaxed, and she lost consciousness.Because it's so important to note that her eyes are "lovely" when the girl fucking faints.
“You will destroy Pyralis, Corinthe. You will destroy everything you love. Is that what you want? The only way to stop it is to kill him.”As their "destines are intertwined" *insert eye-rolling here*, will Corinthe fulfill her mission? Will she kill the boy?
But she didn’t know whether she could kill him.I'll give you one fucking guess.
She didn’t want to kill him.
Her sister Fates: Alexia, Alessandra, Beatrice, Brienne, Calyssa...And they wear dresses made out of fucking flower petals like a fucking Disney fairy.
In Pyralis, the Fates all looked the same. They wove white dresses out of flower petals.And you don't just have one setting because there is a fucking mess of alternate parallel universes as well, in which one is immersed without warning.
The way he had looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, made something ache deep inside of her.NO. NOT KISS HIM. KILL HIM.
She was an Executor, and feelings had no business in her life, but for one second, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
Enough, she told herself. Wherever he was, she would find him and kill him. There was no choice, only destiny.Right. Stop saying it. Do it.
There was no way she could kill him, even if she wanted to.Jesus fucking Christ.
He pulled her hips forward instinctively, molding them against his body.Over and over and over. Don't make excuses for her. THE GIRL JUST CAME AT YOU WITH A KNIFE.
Corinthe made a sound deep in her throat, and his pulse leapt. Fire raced through his veins.
She moved closer and the knife nicked his throat.
Was she a runaway? Maybe he had startled her and she had come after him in self-defense. Assumed he was going to turn her in.She tries (very halfheartedly) to kill him, and Lucas is like, well, ok, I shouldn't trust her. BUT SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL ;_; I can't help myself.
It had to be a misunderstanding.
Luc turned back toward Corinthe. She paused, and a gust of wind lifted strands of her hair, making it dance around her head chaotically. For a second, insanely, he wondered how it would feel to have her body pressed up against him one more time.OH FOR FUCK'S SAKES. SHE HAS A KNIFE AT YOUR THROAT.
Girl or not, injured or not, she was still trying to kill him. He was on her in an instant, straddling her waist, the knife pulled quickly from his belt and pressed against her throat.THAT'S RIGHT! GET HER!
Corinthe grabbed his hand, forced the knife against the pulse that beat wildly in her neck. Her eyes glistened in the suns, turning a haunting shade of purple. She arched her back, lifting her chin so she was even more exposed to him.I can't think of two creatures more suited to one another because clearly both are fucking morons who don't deserve to live. Which serves just as well since neither can ever be persuaded to kill one another even if the fate of the universe hinged on it.
She looked alone and lost and wild and beautiful.
Protect her.
The crazy thought came out of nowhere.
The silk wraparound skirt she had on billowed around her legs. She smoothed it down over her hips and he forgot everything—what to think, what to say, how to breathe.The entire fucking book is an exercise in madness on the part of the reader because Lucas can't be fucked to think of much else besides how beautiful Corinthe is interspersed partially by his worry about his missing sister.
Everything about her was amazing. The way she tilted her head to the side, like she was listening for something. The curve of her neck right at the shoulder, a spot he wanted desperately to touch.
For ten years she’d been dwelling in this world, executing fates as the Unseen Ones willed, but none of the humans had made her feel this way before. What was different this time?There is no relationship building, no earning of trust, nothing to their relationship besides that of star-crossed lovers designated by fate.
He was different—he looked at her differently, too, as if he could see something behind her eyes.
“[...] Tenía un cuchillo en la garganta y lo único que podía pensar era en cómo sabían sus labios.
Locura. Eso tenía que ser.
Pero él quería besarla más que nada justo en ese segundo.”
“—Te amo.
Sonrió tan alegremente que él apenas podía creerlo. Apenas podía pensar ver o moverse. Lo supo. Le creyó.
—También, te amo —dijo y la alcanzó.”