Hexennacht (Wheel of the Year #2)

by C.M. Nascosta

Ladybug had been glad for the escape. Death could be beautiful, she knew now. It could be peaceful and merciful, but the ugly emotions that preceded it never were. The goodbyes and the grief that followed were weights, tangible and heavy, and she knew that she would carry them forever.

Foul to fair will foul again, all shall blow away. What was taken must return, and night shall steal day.