The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)

by James Islington

Grief, my mother once told me, is love’s most honest expression. The last and hardest aspect of truly, truly caring for someone.

She explained through choking sobs that without grief, love would be meaningless. Because it is impossible to truly love something that cannot be lost.

Words sound the same coming from the honest and the deceiving, the informed and the deceived. They matter—never think otherwise—but most of the time, people need to be shown a truth before they will truly believe it.”

“A society cannot make a man a monster, Diago. But it can give him the excuse to become one.”