What Sleeps Within the Cove (Of Flesh & Bone, #4)

by Harper L. Woods

“No place is truly good or evil, Tempest.

They could argue that my life had made me stronger, but that was bullshit. I’d made me stronger. I’d survived what was done to me and come out the other side in spite of the hardships of my life, not because of them.

I’d been created of flesh and bone, forged in the fires of abuse and tyrants.

I was not just a tempest. I was the storm as something new surged through me.

Even if you aren’t grieving for what you lost, you still have the right to grieve for what will never be,”

“All cycles have an end,”

information that would somehow prove to be vital. “You will in time. It is your destiny to end the cycle that has existed since the dawn of creation. It is your destiny to remake the world as you see fit and begin anew. It is your destiny to destroy us all, so that we can be reborn from the ashes of your wrath,”

“The place that was your beginning and when the time comes, this will be your end as well.”

Age hardened you. It tore the kindness from your soul and ripped the care from your bones.

Age tore the innocence away. Age took your ability to be hurt and morphed it into a fever dream, a breathing, tangible thing that you could never seem to shake. Age made it so that you anticipated the pain of that betrayal with every step you took.