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

by Ava Reid

“Be careful with that, Héloury. You may find yourself worshipping blindly at the altar of reason, just as the pious worship at the altar of their saints.”

the author himself is an enigma, and only the words on the page are real.

He hated to admit what he now knew: that truth withered in the face of power.

Does grief alter one’s spirit, or does it merely reveal one’s fundamental nature?

Can one still cherish a love that ends in grief?

In this world that never was, and so would always be.