A Reaper at the Gates (An Ember in the Ashes, #3)

by Sabaa Tahir

I will see you once more, before your end.”

Strange how monsters can reach from beyond the grave, as potent in death as they were in life.

Love. I sigh. Love is joy coupled with misery, elation bound to despair. It is a fire that beckons me gently and then burns when I get too close. I hate love. I yearn for it. And it drives me mad.

Curse this world for what it does to the mothers, for what it does to the daughters. Curse it for making us strong through loss and pain, our hearts torn from our chests again and again. Curse it for forcing us to endure.