When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

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.

“Try being open to accepting aid, Raeve. You’d be amazed at how the grain no longer chafes. A simple request for my help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you real.”

I’m broken in ways he’ll never understand, condemned to a lonely existence I’ve found peace with.