Brimstone (Fae & Alchemy, #2)

by Callie Hart

But there was that word again. Faith. Every once in a while, it let me up from the dirt long enough to take a breath.

But it was useless, glancing over a shoulder and wishing to change the past. That was the pastime of fools and politicians. A warrior couldn’t afford such luxuries.

“Until you learn how to be gentle, I will not teach you how to be violent.”

He was a creature of violence—it was his creed. But he was also this, too. When he loved, it was with everything he had.

Her spirit, that is. She bound her soul to that blade, so she would always be with her friends. That’s why he named the sword that. Ni’ Merelle. For Merelle, in Old Fae.”

It feels like trying to make sand flow backward in an hourglass. It feels like being surrounded by people and being the only one who can’t find the air in the room. It’s drowning on dry land. It’s the hollow ache of something that you know, from that moment on, will always be missing. It is a pain so acute and incurable that poets, pirates, and politicians alike die from it. And it never ends.”