When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

“Are. You. Familiar with it?” I leave the stripped memory where it belongs. Within. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I snip, whirling around, storming toward the exit. Kaan banks, cutting me off, his leather tunic dusted in a fine layer of frost. My gaze snaps up to meet his fiery glare that’s so at odds with the icy fractals dusting his hair and beard, making it glimmer in the luminous light. “Move.” “See, I think you’re lying.” He pushes forward a step, emitting the immense energy of a mountain-sized beast in his prime. An energy impossible to ignore. “I think you know this moon better than anyone else.” There’s a rumbling within me, from somewhere deep beneath my lake. A hum of acknowledgment I neglect, focusing instead on the anger swelling within my chest like a ball of dragonflame. My foot slides back, upper lip lifting from my canines. “I think this beast cradled you for a hundred phases, breathing life back into your broken body until you both fell from the sky. I think you broke from Slátra’s tombstone like a hatching dragon—” “You’re fucking mad,” I hiss as my back collides with the moon. “Am I?” He arches over me like a rocky overhang, leveling me with a look that sucks all the oxygen from my lungs. “Because I knew a female who died. Tragically. Whose lifeless body was sailed into the sky by the adoring beast at your back with my torn-out heart in her fucking fist,” he rasps, lifting his hand into a claw that he shakes in my face. “Her name was Elluin...