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

by Mary E. Pearson

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.

“Not so little,” I said. “A six-inch blade. Long enough to kill someone if used skillfully.” “And you’re skilled?” Only with a nonmoving target like a chamber door. “Very,” I answered.

That was what I both hated and loved about Rafe. He challenged me on everything I said, but he also listened intently. He listened as if every word I said mattered.

It was true. I had ignored the gift. But I hadn’t done it on my own. There’s nothing to know, sweet child. It’s only the chill of the night. I had been trained to ignore it. By my own mother.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.