Burning Ivy (KORT, #1)

by Brandy Hynes

If I wasn’t so pissed off with my current reality and was thinking clearer, maybe I’d run from this devil who shines with a deceptive celestial glint. Who am I kidding? I’ve never wanted to plummet to the depths of Hell more.

I’m not one to settle. If I can’t have the blaze I desire, I’d rather celebrate a life of ashes than fool myself into believing the warmth of an ember is enough.

I’ve never been particularly good at knowing when to stop. Filling a balloon until it pops. Feeding a goldfish until it swims upside down.

“Anyone can be the light when the sun is shining. It takes a goddamn force to strike with a crash so bright that even the outlines of the raging clouds are illuminated.”

“But I’m happy to be a passenger on your purpose until I find my own.” “You’re no one’s passenger, Ivy. You’re the destination.”

“Sometimes, storms come to decimate everything we deem important. Other times, they come to clear our path.” “Which one am I?” “Both,” he rasps.