Spark of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #1)

by Penn Cole

For anyone who has ever been told their spark shouldn’t burn so bright and for all the people who loved them precisely because it did.

But I was made of swinging fists and rash words, my edges too jagged and my temper too hot. Nothing about me was delicate.

And I wondered how long I had until the fire in my soul burned me alive.

Don’t choose a mediocre life for a mediocre man. Go be exceptional. If he’s worth it, he won’t judge you. And if he’s really the one, he’ll come along for the ride.”

War is death and misery and sacrifice. War is making choices that will haunt you for the rest of your days.

Luther’s magic, the sensation that thrummed along my skin was unlike anything I’d ever felt—like starlight made solid, like holding a shaving of the moon in my hands.

you’re the way my fate finally catches up to me, I can’t fathom a more beautiful end.”

His eyes rose to mine. “Let me die with the taste of you on my lips.”