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480 pages, Hardcover
First published November 5, 2019
He might not be mine ever again, but I refuse to live in a world without him in it.I adore sarcasm . . . and Sara Wolf writes some of the best!
I’m being forced to choose again. Between my heart and him. But this time… this time I’ll make the right choice.
“How can something that was a lie mean anything at all?”
A thousand things flood my mouth and jockey for first place: I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you. I didn’t mean to hurt you—
He’s beautiful. And I can’t bear to tear my gaze away. No matter how much I know I should, no matter how much I know I need to push him away, I can’t bring myself to.
Neither of us speaks.
“You actually think I would tell you the truth? After everything I’ve done?” I whisper up at him.
“I’m giving you another chance to,” he says.
✮ Lost In The Story:
This one moment is all I could ever ask for. It is all I will ever have, and I tattoo it into every part of my aching flesh.
He laughs softly, hollowly, keeping his mouth by my ear. “Don’t look so troubled, Lady Zera. You and I both know it’s true. It was only two weeks. What sort of love is ever true after only two weeks? We were infatuated, and nothing more.”
His thoughts mirror mine, the truth like needles piercing any joy I held secretly.
“And yet,” he says, “emotions aren’t convenient pieces of jewelry you can put on and take off whenever you want to.”
“Don’t bother with the past, Zera. The future is where you’ll find your freedom.”
“And still in death my skeleton would go on, the bones moving of their own accord, and my flesh feeding its furnace.”
“We can’t remember who we were. We’re always hurting. Always hungry. That isn0t home. This… This isn’t a home. It’s a prison.”
"As long as the voice is with us," I heave with my breath. "nowhere is home."
Yorl freezes as Lucien narrows his eyes further at him. "Your Highness? In that gaudy getup?" He pauses, looking down. "With pants that tight?"
Is it the nature of witches to wield freedom like a bargaining chip?
He might not be mine ever again, but I refuse to live in a world without him in it.
...
"You have a life to live," I spit.
"That life is not worth living." His voice is hard. "If it's not with you."
Is there a light in the world strong enough to shine through the dark things I've done?