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

by Ava Reid

watched the dust motes float through shafts of honey-hued light,

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With each day that passes, with each man killed on the front line, the greater incentive there is to conflate myth with truth. Because the truth is detrimental to patriotism, to national unity, to everything that supposedly makes Llyr great and strong and enduring and exceptional. And everything that makes Argant its one-dimensional enemy.”

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“It’s hard,” Effy said. “Letting go of what you believe in. The way you make sense of the world.”