Bridge of Souls (Cassidy Blake, #3)

by Victoria Schwab

But if I waited until I wasn’t scared, I’d never go through. Fear is like the Veil. It’s always there. It’s up to you to still go through.

“My name is Cassidy Blake,” I say softly. “I’m twelve years old. Last year, I stole from Death. I lived when I should have died. I stayed when I should have gone. I survived once, and I’ll survive again. My name is Cassidy Blake,” I say again. “And I will not be dragged into the dark.”

And I know the future is uncertain, and that Death comes for everyone. But as I walk between summer sun and brief bits of shade, I feel lighter than I have in ages. Who knows what waits beyond the Veil. Right now, I’m just glad to be alive.