The Hod King (The Books of Babel, #3)

by Josiah Bancroft

“All I know is that, at the end of the day, dreams don’t matter, but neither does regret. We aren’t what we want or wish for. We are only what we do.”

“thrive upon my canvas, then writhe upon my bed.”

refulgent

Now he wondered if the dark would ever be so friendly again, or if for the rest of his life, the witching hours would only invite all of his lurking sins.