Shadow & Storms (The Legends of Thezmarr, #4)

by Helen Scheuerer

The thought was bittersweet, for she’d won the Great Rite and achieved what she’d always wanted, only to have lost something more precious when she emerged.

Thea could hear the murmurs of long-lost souls echoing through the fog – perhaps those poor folk who’d followed the will-o’-the-wisps.

‘We are all daughters of darkness, Thea. We were born into a world of it, a place that would dictate the way in which we defend ourselves, the way we live our lives. No more. That world is no longer. And the next one will be what we make it.’