The Brightest Fell (October Daye, #11)

by Seanan McGuire

“Sometimes the places that should be home aren’t,” he said. “Sometimes there’s no one we can blame for that, and so we blame ourselves, because aren’t we the easiest targets? It’s not like anyone will come to our defense when all the loathing and finger-pointing is happening in the privacy of our own minds.”

Silence sprouted between us like a weed, unplanted, unruly.