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No one liked to hear that their attempts to do good could actually be harmful.
Life couldn’t halt everywhere because of a tragedy in one place. But oh, my heart hurt for people I’d never know, in places I’d never see.
“There is strength,” he said slowly, “in knowing when to speak, and when to listen.” His hands stayed on his chest, motionless. “And when to say nothing at all.”
I used to believe I knew all there was to understand about the world, but if the last two months had taught me anything, it was this: for the rest of my life, I would question everything.
“There are no shadows without light, Mira. And where there is light, there are always shadows.”
“But now we’ve reached another pivotal moment in our history. We can be silent . . . or we can speak up.”
You made me into a powerful voice, thinking I would always be your voice, but you were wrong.
Everyone thought they controlled me. My parents. The Luminary Council. The Twilight Senate. The warriors. But I was done being used.
No matter how much others insisted, they did not direct my arms and legs. They did not determine what words came out of my mouth. The only reason they’d succeeded for so long was because I’d let them—because I’d never realized that I had the strength to stop them. I knew better now.
My roar could shatter mountains, and my wings could black out the sun. Once I’d been a girl, but now I was more. The sparks ignited. Ashes swarmed around me. And this was only the beginning.
I had knowledge. I had power. I had a voice. And it was my duty to use them all.
