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

by Penn Cole

He reached into his boot and pulled out a short, thin blade. Its smooth metal was the color of a storm-darkened sky—the telltale sign of Fortosian steel, one of the only substances that could pierce Descended skin. Its onyx handle was carved with wavering flames on one side and interwoven branches on the other.

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.”

But smart and rational were privileges of the lucky, the fortunate few who could afford to close their eyes to injustice and walk away.