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

by Carissa Broadbent

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

“Billions of threads,” she murmured, “and not a single one where you say no.”

I wasn’t ready. But I stepped into the darkness, anyway.

Fate is forged, after all.”

And here, in this twin soul, in this love we built together, I finally found it: Home.