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

by Catherine Doyle

Ransom used the dregs of his Shade to pull his shadow from the cobblestones. He cast it around Saint Lucille’s neck and tugged.

Like peter pan and his shadow is what im picturing

“Home is not just a place. It’s people. It’s family.”

so damn true

“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.”

Sobbing