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

by Wendy Heiss

After so long in her duty as a Reaper, Silene knew for certain that if love was all it took to save someone, they’d all be eternal.

“What can I say? I like sad, pretty girls who look at me like they wish nothing more but to bury my existence six feet under.”

“Anything, you could make anything out of nothing. You gave more life to things than I ever could. Simply by touching them. You were magnificent. The rarest thing I’d laid my eyes upon,”

“My taunting eidolon, my lovely apparition, my beautiful phantom,” he murmured as a tear fell against the glass frame. “How many more nights must I mourn you?”

Silene had never thought…she’d never thought she’d wanted to belong to someone. Someone who made her feel so light, so warm, who made her smile, who’d comforted her, who circled around her like the sun itself. Someone who had given sense to wind and rain, to rocks and clouds. Someone who’d made the entire world disappear for her.

“Shall I take them? Shall I wrench them away and gut them apart one by one?” “I don’t know what I am without them,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I am without the violence.” “You’re Silene. My beautiful Silene with the gentlest, kindest hands. It wasn’t the violence that made you gentle, my ruin, it wasn’t the violence that softened you. You were kind and soft and gentle despite it. You won over all. In spite of all, you won. They could not change you, nor your heart—your kind, gentle heart. And what they could not change they hurt. So let me take it away. Let me rip apart those memories for you.”