Bone Island: Book of Danvers (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #2)

by Nicole Fiorina

“I feel like you and me are ashes,” I whispered, and Stone’s eyes were bloodshot when they swung to mine. I’d never seen them bloodshot before. Ink and blood. “We’re ashes,” I repeated. “We hold our shape until someone pokes at us. We last hundreds of years. We don’t dissolve or float; we sink, and oh, do we sink. But at the end of the day, we’re still ashes. Simply born with tragedy in our bones.”