A Lesson in Thorns (Thornchapel, #1)

by Sierra Simone

I bloom like a rose when I’m handled like a weed,

We’ll have to listen to the parts of ourselves we’re not used to listening to. The little slivers in our hearts that we’ve trained ourselves to ignore—those tender soul-splinters that ache when we hear the wind sighing a certain way or when we see the stars glitter over the sea. Those slivers haven’t forgotten how to hope that there’s something more to this world than we can see or touch.