The Kiss of Deception (The Remnant Chronicles, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

I threw down whatever was bunched in my hands and ran out of the cottage barefoot and in my nightdress.

“Wise move,” Kaden whispered, without ever opening his eyes.

Colors? There was no color. Only the deep rust-colored lines that made up the design, but I assumed that was what she meant.

When they had nothing else, they had to return to the language of knowing buried deep within them. It’s a way as old as the universe itself.”

I was certain whatever had broken loose would never be anchored in me again.