Glow of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #2)

by Penn Cole

For every spark that has lost its light and needs a little help remembering how to glow.

“They want us to feel small, Eleanor. They want us to be quiet, be predictable, be unimportant, behave. Then they make us think we deserve it. But I think they’re just terrified we’ll stop listening to them and start listening to each other.

Time has a way of erasing the pain and leaving behind the laughter.”

I was born a lump of molten metal, shaped by my mother, honed to a point by my father, engraved on the hilt by my brother.