When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

The harder you care, the more fragile everything seems.

Survival’s funny. Some wear it like a whisper, others like a scream. Mine’s a scorched skeleton of flame-forged rage that keeps me upright. Keeps me moving forward.

Sadness is like stones that stack inside you, making it harder to move.

“My body is mine, and I will do with it as I please. Nothing more.”

“Her name was Elluin, and she laughed with the wind, cried with the rain. She angered with fire and bellowed with the ground. Her heart thumped in synchrony with—”