The Fragile Threads of Power (Threads of Power, #1)

by V.E. Schwab

A head gets lost, but a heart knows home.

Caring could drown you, if you let it. But it could also help you float.

“We all don clothes that do not fit, and hope we will grow into them. Or at least, grow used to them.”

“Am I such a terrible king?” Alucard sighed. “All kings are terrible, to those looking for someone to blame.”

“Just because we do not carry on,” said the priest, “doesn’t mean we haven’t been. We live a life, we leave a legacy. But the river runs one way, and we are carried on it.”