The Other Side of the Sky (The Other Side of the Sky, #1)

by Amie Kaufman

The floating market takes shape amid a flutter of torches and spellfire, each pinprick of light tailed by its glittering reflection in the river beneath.

Like stars lured down and held spellbound by their reflections in the water, the fireflies sing a song of light and dark.

The cosmic river flows across the sky in an arc of indigo and pearl, meeting itself in the water’s surface and curving away again beneath my feet.

And to my complete surprise, it turns out I’m alive.

When I look up, his dark eyes are waiting for mine, unreadable in the predawn darkness.

Vaulted ceilings soar at least three stories up into the air, lined with intricately crisscrossed brick patterns. The shelves run almost as high, wheeled ladders positioned along them at intervals so the archive workers can climb up to access the shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books and scrolls.

Ruthlessly, I banish the little tendril of yearning to keep a secret that’s mine, to discover the truth about him on my own. To discover everything about him on my own.

I wonder how much will happen here between now and then.

This is what I want for her—just this small moment to laugh and run from the rain. Even if one moment is all we get.

Looking at him is like gazing at a map to a land I only ever walked in a dream—I’m utterly lost, and utterly certain I know exactly where I am, all at once.

Even spinning out of control and losing everything she ever believed in, she has the power to steal my breath away.