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450 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 27, 2018






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My path may have been set in stone, but stone crumbles, and sometimes we have to forge our own way through.
“You’re their hope, Sam,” Justin said. “It’s as simple as that. And hope can become a weapon when all else seems lost. They’ve been waiting for you to return. And now you have.”
“When I was a kid, I'd made a wish upon the stars. I wished to be someone important. Someone who mattered. And my wish had been granted. Because I was important, though not in the way I expected. I mattered. And not because of what the gods had placed upon me. I mattered because I was loved.”
I never wanted this.
A moment to wish upon the stars.
I have done everything you’ve asked of me. And I haven’t asked for much in return. I’m not the same person I once was. I know that. But please, let them see me for who I am. Let them love me just the same. I wish for that more than anything. They don’t have to forgive me for everything, not right away, but please. Just let them see me for who I am. I’m Sam. I’m Sam. I’m Sam.
"He didn't think I was coming back, did he."
Every story has an ending. And fairy tales tend to have the happiest of them all. The ones where they lived happily ever after. This, here, is my ending.




A cornerstone isn’t about magic. It isn’t about which one of us is a wizard and can do impossible things. It’s about you and me and everything that we are. You are my home, Sam. That is what a cornerstone is. I’m safe with you. I’m whole because of you. I’m in love with you, and I’m in awe of you.


He’d taken three large steps forward, and before I could even react, I’d been swept up in his big arms and held tightly against his chest. His heart was beating rapidly, and he was breathing heavily, and I realized my wonderful friend was shaking. My eyes prickled with tears as I heard him sniffle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his throat.
“My Sam,” he said quietly. “My Sam. My Sam.”
“Hi, Tiggy.”
“Hi.”
“I missed you.”
“Me too. No more, okay? You stay here with Gary and Tiggy forever.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah,” I said, voice breaking just a little. And even though I knew it was a promise no person could ever make, I said, “Forever,” because I wanted nothing more.

“You, Sam. You’re part of my hoard. Your parents are in the house next door. And Gary and Tiggy and Ryan and Justin, they’ll be coming home tomorrow or the next day, or so I’ve heard.”
“But—I don’t… hoards are supposed to be your most precious things!”
“I know.”
“I’m glad you’re home,” he whispered in my ear. “And I will kill you if you tell anyone I said that. I mean it, Sam. I will chop off your head myself. But I’m glad. Even if your inane prattling makes me want to stab my own eardrums, it… hasn’t been the same without you.”


"I know that if called upon, he would do it again. And again. And again, because more than anything, he believed in you. He believed that good would always conquer the evil, that light would always burn away the shadows. He made a choice that day, Sam. He chose you. And I think he always would."
"...Morgan of Shadows chose you because he loved your more than anyone or anything in the world."
Have you ever seen an angry half giant who doesn't appreciate when his best friends get captured punch a centaur at full speed? No? I hadn't either. But suffice to say, I was not disappointed.
"But when I wished on the stars to do something important, to be someone who matters, I did't mean all this. This...destiny. I think I meant you. Because you're my something important. You help me be that someone who matters." I looked away. "You're my wish, you know? I think you always have been."




I have awoken, O human child. In this forest deep, in the dark of the wild. And I have seen what is in your heart. Take heed of my warning: you are not ready.
A warning. All of you will not survive until the end. There will be loss, Sam. And it will burn like nothing has ever burned before. You must remember to keep in the light, even when the dark begins to curl around your feet.
Come away with me, O human child.
In this forest deep, in the dark of the wild.
Where in these woods, you’ll face your fear,
as time doth stretch toward a year.
Fate can be a terrible thing.
The crowd gasped dramatically.
“Still not disappointed!” that first voice called out again. “In fact, I am so far from disappointed, it’s ridiculous!”
“Having a horn doesn’t make the unicorn,” Mom told Gary.
“Yes,” Dad said. “It’s about what’s on the inside that counts.”
“And your insides are filled with rainbows and sunshine,” I said. “And also rage, murderous intentions, biting sarcasm that can destroy self-esteem in four words or less, sexual deviancy that puts even whores with the loosest of morals to shame, a tendency to trample first and ask questions later, a fierceness unrivaled by anyone I’ve ever met, and the ability to make any situation that much more awkward by simply existing.”
“I’m so lovely,” Gary sobbed. “Everyone thinks so.”
“I love you with or without a horn,” Kevin said. “Also, I like putting things inside of you.”
“One day,” the King said to Justin, “these will be the people you’ll rule over.”
Justin scowled at all of us. “Is it too late to be put up for adoption?”
“You need to be okay,” he said roughly. “Do you understand me? I need you to be okay. I can’t do this without you, Sam. I can’t. This life… it doesn’t make sense unless I’m by your side.”
I hugged him tightly. “Never,” I whispered in his ear. “I will never let you go.”
“I love you so godsdamn much,” Gary said fiercely.
“You’re my wish, you know? I think you always have been.”