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

by V.E. Schwab

In the stories he had read, things often came in threes, and when they did, the third was always the one that mattered. The same must be true of people.

A head gets lost, but a heart knows home. If he turned up that road, Alucard knew what he’d find.

Started as a way to pass the darkest days, but good things have a way of growing.

And Kell wanted what he always did these days. To prove that even now, without the power that had once defined his life, marked him as Antari and made him the strongest magician in the world, he was still worth something to the Grey Barron, and Lila Bard, to the palace and the empire, and himself.

Three months, he was sure, was long enough.

Doesn’t feel like it

“We are borrowed things,” said the priest.

“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.”

“I have never pretended to be wise. Only old. So no, I do not know. But I believe. I believe we do not linger, nice as that would be. I believe that if we do live on, it is in those we love.”