Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

“If something were to happen to that armor, it would invite Arati’s considerable temper. Finding where she keeps it should be an easy task for you.” She’s clearly guessed that I plan to annoy the gods, but… “You’re helping me?” I ask. “You’re surprised.” “More like skeptical. Let’s not pretend like you’ve done me any…

But I can’t lose consciousness now. There’s no way I’m leaving my survival odds up to this feral beast, which is already practically crushing me in its hand. I can barely see through the scales encompassing me, but I realize it’s dipping low over the top of Everbound Forest, close enough that its back legs…

My fangs puncture through a warm neck, immediately finding the carotid artery as the shrieking inside my head increases. I ignore the voices and drink heavily, squeezing my eyes shut and moaning at the flavor. It’s fucking divine. So much stronger than I remember, though I still can’t pinpoint where I’ve had this delicacy before….

Her attention is clinical as she examines me. I can only imagine what she sees. I know Everett makes that bounty hunter magically feed and clean me now and then, and Lillian tries to help me on my better days, but whenever I’m not simmering in lunacy, I black out. Sometimes I wake up covered…

? — “Don’t call her that ever again,” I snap in fae, swatting at what I’m certain is a winged imp beside me, but it turns out to be another figment of my mad mind. Douglas stares at me, mutters something about needing a raise, and picks up the spell ingredients. But just as he’s…

I look at the useless pile of holy books again. “These historians spent an inordinate amount of time spewing poetry, listing qualities desirable keepers should have, outlining thousands of ancient, nonsensical personal prophesies, and penning more gods-ass-kissing poetry. I would rather rinse my eyes with chimera venom than read another page.” My ornery rant makes…

“I tried,” I mutter to the absence around me. Not enough. Even with sacrificing your magic, you were never going to be enough. I deserved better than you. You should have accepted my rejection, but now look what became of our quintet. Our fates are your fault. My head rolls from side to side as…

“I can’t sleep right now,” I protest quietly, trying to muffle a yawn. “You can and you will so that you’ll be well-rested enough to see Lillian for breakfast tomorrow.” Breakfast with Lillian? Gods, I can’t wait to see her. She was the only person I trusted growing up in the Nether, and I’ve missed…

“Why not?” “Because even though it’s still insane to think about, some of them are your family, Snowdrop.” Family? Yikes. I don’t remember if the last six months made me consider any of the gods as family, but I doubt it. Deciding to shelf that unpleasant thought for later, I get back to the matter…

It’s a tough pill to swallow, realizing Syntyche must have had me with Amato out of necessity, thanks to Galene’s visions. I’m just a result of the machinations of the gods. A fucking cosmic Band-Aid. “Maven,” Lillian says softly, drawing my attention back to her earnest expression. She clearly guesses where my head went. “Remember….