The Wrath & the Dawn (The Wrath and the Dawn, #1)

by Renée Ahdieh

“I see a beautiful manipulator. A weaver of words.”

is a great gift to find lasting love—one that gives for every bit it takes,”

“Some things exist in our lives for but a brief moment. And we must let them go on to light another sky.”

“It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much—to hold it in your arms—and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.”

“And how will you know when you’ve found this elusive someone?” “I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.”

She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves without a second thought. With a mere smile and a wrinkle of her nose.

This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.

“You honestly expect me to breathe in a world without air?”

“I expect you to be stronger than that.”

“There is no one I would rather see the sunrise with than you.”

She trapped his jaw between her palms and swept her tongue into sun-laved honey.

“My soul sees its equal in you.”

For the boy who was an impossible, improbable study in contrasts. The boy who burned her life to cinder, only to remake of it a world unlike any she had ever known.

For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.

So I write it to the sky— I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.