The Wanderer's Mark: Book Three of Imirillia (The Books of Imirillia 3)

by Beth Brower

“You are not empty,” Edythe said through a clenched jaw, and she spoke from her own determination. “You are grieving. Yes, you have changed. There is no way around our own life experiences. We must live through them, and we do.”

“This is not you, Eleanor. This is not you. Obviously, you’ve sustained a great deal of hurt and pain. I am sorry for that. Now, center yourself, and act as you know you should. The sooner you find your compassion, the sooner he will find his.”

You’re trying to carry all the sorrow in Aemogen on your own shoulders,” Edythe said, “thinking that, somehow, it will diminish the pain of those around you. But you can’t, and it won’t.” Eleanor lifted her head and stared at Edythe. “Grieve with us, Eleanor, not for us.”