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498 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 19, 2024
This is the tale of how a chosen one falls. She does it screaming, clawing for her old life with broken fingernails. She does it slowly, over the course of decades. And in the end, she takes the whole forsaken world with her.
“I was trying to decide why this felt so familiar,” I said. “And then I realised, this is what it feels like to be Turned. You’re stuck between layers as the entire world changes. And you���re in the middle of it all, watching it happen, and yet none of it can touch you.”
She looked at him like he was a question answered. He looked at her like she was the only one worth asking.
This is the tale of how a chosen one falls. She does it screaming, clawing for her old life with broken fingernails. She does it slowly, over the course of decades. And in the end, she takes the whole forsaken world with her.
But I never ran away. Not even when I should. Instead, I did what I always did: I gave that bastard the biggest, brightest smile.
And then he said, after a moment, “I just played the notes that sounded like you.”
I stiffened. He spoke the words so softly, with such tender vulnerability. Like a confession to a priest. So kind it hurt. Danger, Mische. Danger. This is not what you’re supposed to do. But still, I didn’t pull away.
I murmured, “It’s beautiful.”
And he whispered, “Yes.”
"A girl who can only love broken things, and a boy so broken he can only love what he cannot have. A perfect match."
"Do not be afraid of death, Dawndrinker. Make death afraid of you."
This is the tale of how a chosen one falls. She does it screaming, clawing for her old life with broken fingernails. She does it slowly, over the course of decades. And in the end, she takes the whole forsaken world with her.
「 And he was smiling in a way that made the entire world stop, a smile that reminded me of the way the sun looked when it crested the horizon the first time I saw it at the Citadel, and I had thought, I am home. I am home. 」
「 “Do you think that I don’t know what darkness is?” I said. “Why? Because I smile too much? Because I talk too much? It’s my choice to be the way that I am. A choice that I make even when it’s hard. That doesn’t make me weak, Asar.” 」
「 He had devoted himself to fixing the broken things that no one else saw. 」
「 A note of shame imbued his voice. Shame. As if it wasn’t the most compassionate thing someone could do for another being. As if even attempting to help those who were so helpless to all others wasn’t such an act of bravery. 」
「 “Wrote is a strong word. I just . . .” I was too close to him to see him, but I felt his muscles shift as he shrugged. And then he said, after a moment, “I just played the notes that sounded like you.” He spoke the words so softly, with such tender vulner ability. Like a confession to a priest. So kind it hurt. 」
「 “You asked me what love should feel like,” he murmured. I tensed as his lips brushed my inner thigh. “It should make you think of nothing else.” Higher, where the skin was so sensitive that I jolted when he dragged his teeth over it. “It should make you see stars.” 」
「 “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Praying with you,” he said. As if it was obvious.
“I thought you didn’t believe in prayer.”
“I don’t,” he said. “But you do.” Strange how it was this small gesture of kindness that shattered me. 」