Serpents of Sky and Flame (Merciless Dragons, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

Grief is the absence of rest. Grief gives no reprieve, no space for a moment’s relief. It gnaws at the heart, a steady ache with the occasional sting of teeth.

“All comfort is temporary. That doesn’t make it worthless.”

“We’ve vulnerable, it’s true,” she says quietly. “That’s the price we pay for feeling all the good things. You can’t be armored and sensitive to touch at the same time.” “So to feel the most exquisite pleasure, one must also be exposed to the most horrific agony.” “That’s what it is to be human.”