Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

We’re monsters. Even if they call us something different.

The best parts of myself, I found with Annie.

Once, years ago, we walked hand in hand through a door. Into a Choosing Ceremony that I did not think I wanted, into a room where Aela found me, and Pallor found Lee, and our new lives began. Tonight, we walk hand in hand through a doorway again.

Revenge doesn’t need to begin with a knife. It can begin with a well-delivered speech.

How can someone be so beautiful, so brilliant, and so wrong?