Ruin and Rising (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #3)

by Leigh Bardugo

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

“Know that I loved you,” she said to the Darkling. “Know that it was not enough.”

“You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he said. “You are the whole of my heart.”