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464 pages, Hardcover
First published June 6, 2017
The fire pops, hisses. War is like this: consuming, ravenous, feeding and feeding until there’s nothing left to take and all that’s left is ash.
“I have to believe in something.” I dare to meet her eyes. “And I think you do, too. No one runs with that much conviction unless they know what they’re running toward.”
"The enemy wore sheep's clothes for many years before it bared it's fangs and went for blood. Fathers. Brothers. The barista who your daily latte, the guy behind the fish counter at the grocery store, the girl in Sephora who taught you how to line your eyes. All seemingly unconnected, until one day they were a force."
"War is like this : consuming, ravenous, feeding and feeding until there's nothing left to take and all that's left is ash."
"Survival is born as much from fear as it is from bravery."
No one is more surprised than I am that my hand fits so well in someone else's."
I carry my past wherever it fits: tucked in at my back, hanging from my neck, buried deep in my pocket. A tattered yellow book. A heavy ring on its heavy chain. A vial of blood and teeth.
The enemy wore sheep's clothes for many years before it bared its fangs and went for blood. Fathers. Brothers.
I've thought it myself, hundreds of times: when pieces of your heart are ripped away, it's easy to wish you'd never known what a whole heart felt like in the first place. But no one can deny a whole heart beats better than a broken one.
"Your mind is stronger than your circumstances, Eden"