The Dagger and the Flame (The City of Fantome, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

When the world is at its darkest, we must reach bravely through the shadows to find where the light blooms.

The monsters bow to the power of Lightfire. Become the flame and destroy the dark, Seraphine.

Content are the souls who submit to the winding strands of fate. Blessed are those who dare to spin their own.

“For ten years, I’ve prayed to Saint Oriel,” he said, as if he was telling her a secret. “Asking her for a better life than this one. For a kinder fate. The courage to chase it. I never really believed she could hear me down here in the dark, or that even if she could, she would ever bend her ear to the pleas of a Dagger. I almost gave up.” He laid his forehead against hers. “And then you came barreling over the horizon like a runaway sun. You shattered the darkness, Seraphine. And I realize now that all these years I wasn’t wishing for freedom. I was wishing for you.”