Viper (Isles of Storm and Sorrow, #1)

by Bex Hogan

I have to crack the ribcage apart to find the heart, and wonder at how such a small thing can be hurt by so much. A blade, a loss, a word. Would mine still look so whole, or is it covered in scars beneath my chest?

laughing at the awfulness of it all because otherwise I might cry.

Me @ this book