The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)

by Carissa Broadbent

I wasn’t angry. Anger was a fool’s emotion. It made you slow and stupid.

As if the gods had seen some beauty in mortality but failed to realize that the imperfection of it was what made it remarkable.

There was nothing, I had learned, that could silence her quite like when she felt that she had too much to say.

“A bad lie still fulfills its purpose so long as everyone agrees to believe it.”

“I was taught that Rightness was simple, when morality was complicated.

I said, at last, “He makes me want a happy ending.”