Vows & Ruins (The Legends of Thezmarr, #2)

by Helen Scheuerer

Wilder Hawthorne had never begged for anything in his life, but for her… For her he would beg. He needed her not to disappear into herself. He needed… her.

They didn’t see her coming. She was that good, that fast: a deadly whisper in the night.

Men were screaming. And it was a song whose notes she revelled in.

‘Death finds us all in the end,’ he called. ‘And whether it’s today, tomorrow, or fifty years from now, ask yourself: what will your death mean?’