Days of Blood & Starlight (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #2)

by Laini Taylor

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

Kaz made Zuzana wish that beauty were something that could be revoked for bad behavior.

As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough.

“I think I would always find you,” he had told her just days ago, minutes before they snapped the wishbone. “No matter how you were hidden.” But he hadn’t meant… Not like this.

In the great wild heart of the land that day by day fell prey to the halting onslaught of slave caravans and carnage, someone started killing angels. And whoever it was, they were very, very good at it.

I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics—where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.

Always, the White Wolf had been larger than life.

She had loved the enemy and saved him. She had set him free. And he had done this. Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

They let talk of killing fall away and wished in silence that they could have the world they wanted without having to kill for it. Or, as it turned out instead, die for it.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Tonight, they let themselves look at each other, for just a little while.