Bridge of Souls (Cassidy Blake, #3)

by Victoria Schwab

“But history is written by the victors. How can we know what really happened if we weren’t there? We are, all of us, speculating …”

But nothing can predict your future, Cassidy, because futures aren’t predictable. They’re full of mysteries, and chances, and the only person who decides what happens in them is you.”

Stories have a way of making the world feel bigger, too.”

“Life is a party, dear daughter,” says Mom, draping a chain of gold beads around my neck. “Celebrate it every day.”

“Some events are so terrible,” says Mom, “they seep into the bones of a place. They stain its past, its present, and its future.”

“So yes, Death will come for us again, one way or another. We can’t live in fear of it. That’s no way to live at all.”