Every Spiral of Fate (This Woven Kingdom, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

She’d nearly forgotten his list of crimes. Worse, she wanted to forgive them all.

He felt there were too many queens in this world; none of them her equal.

“Thousands of times I’ve seen it, in my life and in my dreams, yet each time it takes my breath away. I’ve never seen anything so majestic in all my life.” Her voice fell to a hush. “Is it not a small miracle to bear witness to such beauty?” “Yes,” he said, still staring at her.

She wanted to cross the room to him. She wished she might unlock his chest, push apart the curtains of his ribs, take a closer look at his heart. She feared, with ever-increasing terror, that she might find it forged from something finer than gold.

“I will say this once, angel, for I feel you should be warned. No man alive has ever loved a woman the way that I love you, and I would rather die, damned as I am, than disgrace us both with the pitiful, unrequited performance of my heart.”

Five days that he’d become a ghost who refused even to haunt her.