A Vow of Embers (The Eye of the Goddess, #2)

by Sariah Wilson

marriage is to a woman what war is to a man.

“But embers mean that the fire is still there. It can be revived. You only have to breathe on them to bring them back to life. And the tiniest of embers can create the mightiest of flames.”

I had prayed for friendship. And I was grateful that it was being offered to me.

Stupi, stupid girl

“Water from the fountain at the temple,” Ahyana said. “Maia doesn’t trust the cleanliness of the city water and she said she’ll send up as much as we need while we’re here.”

Because the temple is *enhancing* the water as I thought!

Here, alone, I privately acknowledged that I had loved Jason but I hated Alexandros. I had to remind myself that they were not the same man, even if they wore the same face.

“Sometimes you should let magic just be magic. If you’re always trying to understand how things are accomplished, you’ll lose your sense of wonder.”

He let out a laugh and I realized that I had forgotten what his laughter sounded like. It had been a daily part of my life and I had lost it. People didn’t tell you about that part of grief—how pieces of that person would slip away from you bit by bit until you had nothing left.