City of Miracles (The Divine Cities, #3)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

“What puzzles the dead are,” says Taty. She looks away into the wilderness. “They take so much of themselves with them, you’re not even sure who you’re mourning.

And yet there’s this piece of me that knows, or thinks it knows, that she’s still here somehow. It’s not fair. I feel like I can’t really mourn her until that’s gone. Yet it refuses to go.”

My definition of an adult is someone who lives their life aware they are sharing the world with others. My definition of an adult is someone who knows the world was here before they showed up and that it’ll be here well after they walk away from it. My definition of an adult, in other words, is someone who lives their life with a little fucking perspective.

Hello, baby. Welcome to Earth. This place is pretty swell, and I recommend you stick around for a while. You never know, it might even get better. Maybe. We’re trying, at least. We’re trying.