Ink and Bone (The Great Library, #1)

by Rachel Caine

you don’t just have ink in your blood. It’s in your bones. Your skeleton’s black with it.

Jess turned to his journal for comfort. He’d always filled the pages with his feelings . . . fear and guilt, in his earliest childhood. Then guilt, anger, and bitterness. His entries since Alexandria had been about pride and achievement, grief and horror, loss and love.

Love, and the pain of knowing that love wouldn’t be enough.