Neverthorn (Of Quirks and Curses, #1)

by Shannon Mayer

“The Northern Lights,” I murmured, my throat feeling oddly thick. Every once in a while, the beauty of earth did that to me. It was almost as if the shock of our violent, selfish, often ugly planet co-existing with something as amazing as this reminded me that there was good in everything.

“When the sky spits yellow, blue and red And all the colors but the last are dead Only four more full moons remain Before the Phoenix must rise again.” “Holy sheet.”