What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

They had called each other the most extraordinary names, but because they were screaming in French, it sounded like a declaration of love delivered in the heat of a grand passion.

Tomorrow, in my experience, is only worth worrying about when there’s something you can do about it.

“Something bad happened to both of us, too. We don’t deserve to fall apart either.”