Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

And that’s why, when I think of Antigone sur Aela, facing Ixion down and smiling as she admitted her low birth, I know better than to follow the fantasy to its conclusion. To the buried dreams she evokes. I know what lies on the other side. Dreams are deadliest for the dreamers.

There is something violent, almost ugly, in the satisfying of a craving you’ve buried so deep in yourself you forgot it was there.