Muse of Nightmares (Strange the Dreamer, #2)

by Laini Taylor

It was all for nothing, she translated. She says the sea tried to warn her. She didn’t listen. “The sea?” Sarai queried, looking at Nova and hearing Kiska’s voice in her mind. When Nova answered, Kiska’s translation came simultaneously. It always knew. “How could it have known?” Sarai asked gently. She thought of the cold black water in the dream, and feared Nova was again losing her grip on reality. But when Nova turned to face her, she looked more sane than Sarai had yet seen her. She spoke, and Kiska translated. It knew my name, Nova said. She was calm. The sea always knew my name. And then she took a step back. The balustrade was there. But then it wasn’t. She hadn’t given back Lazlo’s gift yet. For a moment her eyes locked on Sarai’s. All the ice was gone from them. They were brown and tired and sad. Just as Sarai realized, just as she reached, Nova leaned back. And fell.