Brimstone (Fae & Alchemy, #2)

by Callie Hart

Khydan Graystar Finvarra,

“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.”

We stood at a nexus in the threads of fate. If we died, so did everything else.