Darkdawn (The Nevernight Chronicle, #3)

by Jay Kristoff

A sky as gray as the moment you realize you’re no longer in love.

“THE ONLY WEAPON IN THIS WAR IS FAITH.”

But the real evil of wealth lay in the truth that too much was never really enough. No matter the sum you acquired, it seemed you always needed more.

Fear was a prison. Fear was the bridesmaid of regret, the butcher of ambition, the bleak forever between forward and backward.

To never fear was to never hope. Never love. Never live. To never fear the dark was to never smile as the dawn kissed your face. To never fear solitude was to never know the joy of a beauty in your arms.