Servant of Earth (The Shards of Magic, #1)

by Sarah Hawley

The pain of that realization felt like glass embedded in my chest, drawing blood with each heartbeat. I knew from losing my mother that grief had countless small traps like this—not just the big ache of missing someone, but the small cuts of memories or wishes. People vanished all at once, but the things you wanted to tell them or do with them or show them didn’t.