A Conjuring of Light (Shades of Magic, #3)

by V.E. Schwab

In his mind, she was made of stone.

His heart beats as strongly in his chest as my heart does in mine, and it will until the day I die.”

And then there was the cruel one, the place that had sealed its doors, forcing Holland’s world to face the dark alone.

“Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”

This was the story of a prince who watched over his city as it slept. Who went on foot, for fear of trampling one of the fallen, who wove his way between the bodies of his people.