Song of the Forever Rains (Mousai, #1)

by E.J. Mellow

But remember, to appreciate what we have, be reminded why we do what we do, we must experience the alternative. It is important to practice restraint in our gifts, for most are not as lucky as we.”

When enough of something is lost in a society’s collective memory, the energy holding it in existence falls away, like water through a sieve, simply causing it to become No More. It’s pulled into a hole that swallows any realm, place, or thing that has been forgotten.”

‘Why must I only like a thing that looks good on me? Can I not love it for being beautiful on the rest of the world?’”

Henry looked from her gloved hand, the green velvet clean and smooth compared to the state of both men’s, to Lord Mekenna. “You can shake it,” she encouraged. “I only bite if I’m not served dessert.”

“Find your will to fix her,” instructed Achak. “Remove her hurt with your magic. It is possible. Your anger tears open, but your love stitches. Pull your sister together again. Sing your love to her.”

I will stop your nightmares, she vowed. For I will be the final storm to rock this keep.

Now put on your brown bag.” “I did not bring a bag.” “Certainly you did. It is in your hand there.” “This is my mask.” “Are you sure? I could have sworn I saw the stable boys lifting horse droppings into something that looked extremely—” “If you do not stop with this nonsense,” said Darius, “I shall make you wear it.” “An entertaining notion I shall decline.” “Larkyra,” grumbled Darius. “What? I warned that you wouldn’t hear the end of it.” “Fine, give me your blasted new disguise.”