A Theory of Dreaming (A Study in Drowning, #2)

by Ava Reid

In a sense, she was lucky that her own heroes were already lost to her. She was so accustomed to the grief that she almost felt like she had been made for it. She knew it as well as she knew the bragging of her heart.

Let no one say that I am weak. I am fearful, and therefore brave. I am wounded, yet all the stronger for it.