When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

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. Ignorance is my self-preservation tonic, and I’ll swear by it until I die.

broken things make the sharpest weapons

But every hurt has an echo if you look deep enough. A wound is never fully gone.