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297 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 17, 2021
This summoning was nothing like any of their others.
- From “Famine”, book 3
No other Angels were broken like him. There were no documented cases of an Angel without wings, without a Gift. He was the first. The first failure.
[Conquest] defended himself against Uriel’s attack, but his heart wasn’t in it. A part of him wanted the Sword of Light to pierce him, to strike him down. If he resurrected, he would be free of this anguish [of losing Raziel], free of the wound deep inside him. And if he didn’t, he would be free of it all the same.
There's a giant spider in this book named Paul, and I low-key want to kidnap him… No, I am not okay but thank you for asking.
Overall Conquest was a nice time. I wasn't over or underwhelmed, I was just whelmed. And I mean… did I skim this book? Just a touch. HOWEVER, I JUST WANT TO SAY - the ending had my rapt and undivided attention. Sienna Moreau set up the second book nicely, and I am beyond excited to see what this series has in store.
"What's Harry potter? It says there's a place called Warner Bros. Studio and we can take a tour."
"Absolutely not." Conquest would rather put an apple in his mouth and spread himself out over Diablo's banquet table.
"But-"
Fear meant losing control and losing control meant that what little power it had was essentially useless.
"You're mine."
Conquest was the most confounding Being he's ever met; the blend of fear and comfort, of pain and intense pleasure, was confusing to say the least.
The spider moved toward him and Raziel screamed again. He bolted around Conquest to put him between them. Raziel didn't care how horrific Conquest was, there was no way he could be worse than that thing.
"Don't let being afraid stop you from trying," he hissed. "Fear can break you, if you allow it to. Don't think about what you haven't done, don't think about what they tell you that you can't do. What they think about you doesn't matter; ....... Strip away all that bullshit; don't let it define you."
“Hand him over to who exactly?” Conquest said mildly, already knowing he wouldn’t be handing Raziel over to anyone. He belonged to Conquest until Conquest said otherwise. Anyone who wanted to test that would die, painfully.
“Don’t run yet, we’ve only just met.”
“Are you going to kill me?” Its voice was shaky and breathless. A sweeter sound had never been heard.
“Oh no, baby Angel, I’m not going to kill you.” When Conquest was done, the Angel would merely wish that he had.

