The Daughters' War (Blacktongue, #0)

by Christopher Buehlman

I will write a poem for her. I have tried several times already, but I am too tired, and she is too much for ink to capture. I am only staining paper.

I do not need to be loved as deeply as I love, and I do not need to speak of it. All I knew was that she remembered me in this moment. And one moment is all there ever is.