Where the Light No Longer Follows (Blue Fairytales, #3)

by Wendy Heiss

“We can still love things that don’t love us back.”

“Have my heart. Wounded, sick, or scarred. In your hands not stolen or gifted but surrendered. Became a half when it met yours, so in the eyes of Gods let it become whole again,”

“Smart little creatures humans are. To know of their worth. But wretched, for what they don’t deserve, they have sought to ruin.”