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

by Laini Taylor

It was the worst kind of silence, but a good kind of closeness. These weren’t her folk, but… they were, and maybe that meant that anyone could be anyone’s, which was a sort of nice thing to think, with the world falling apart.

Confession and apology were worse than inadequate—they were an affront; explanation was impossible.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person’s grief.

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.