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496 pages, Paperback
Published July 27, 2024
"I've always known the contours of your existence, the form you take between the stars. You are the inception and destruction of my sky. I will always be able to recognize you, even in the abysmal darkness."
"Riona Dilara was undeniably and perhaps irreversibly a mess of a girl. Her mind was quite resilient, but her heart was a wounded, bleeding little thing. She was a paroxysm of outer cold fragility and internalized savage rage"
" My own face tortured me there. I looked so much like my father. I didn't have his sunlit hair and golden eyes, and neither did I have that shrewd gleam in my gaze that could penetrate someone's most intimate thoughts, yet our faces were the same. The arch of my jaw, the straightness of my nose, everything was a part of him. My body had always been his. And right now, my soul felt awfully his too.
"How do you do it?" I rasped. "How do you look yourself in the mirror and don't see your father staring back at you?"
Ascian slowly turned to me with his fathomless eyes. "I do see my father in the mirror sometimes. And other times, I see my father in my words, and in my actions, and even in my thoughts. But that doesn't mean I am him, and it doesn't mean you are either.""

“So, you have been in love,” I murmured.
“Once. A very long time ago.”
I lifted my head to look at him, curious and interested to know. “How does it feel?”
He closed his eyes as if the question tormented him, and he offered me the same words I’d uttered earlier. “Like the most exquisite anguish.”