City of Miracles (The Divine Cities, #3)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

Sometimes I wonder if we’re little more than walking patchworks of traumas, all stitched together.’

Ivanya glances out the window at the cabling. ‘Would it be rude to say that I am now losing faith in this plan?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘All right. Well then, I will reconcile myself with just thinking it very loudly.’

‘It’s unfair that the dead leave us,’ she says. ‘But it’s worse that they never really go away.’

‘If one were to protest all the injustices of life,’ says Sigrud, ‘great and small, one would have no time for living.’

But if I lived my life rightly, what I did during it will echo on. Those I helped, those I protected – they will carry my moments forward with them. And that is no small thing.’