Daughter of No Worlds (The War of Lost Hearts, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

I didn’t make it this far just to flicker out in the night like a stifled candle. I’d haunt him.

I disregarded Max’s statement. It felt good to have the ability to disregard the opinion of a man.

Gods, I forgot how wonderful it felt to exceed expectations.

“The way I look at it,” he said, very solemnly, so quietly that his words slipped into the air like steam, “you didn’t forget what you were. I think you remembered. And I hope no one ever again has the fucking audacity to tell you otherwise.”

Once, many years ago, he had told me that his grandfather used to say that every moment in life was a coin with one dark side and one light. They fell on the ground with one side facing up, but the other always lay beneath it, there, but hidden. Serel always saw both sides of the coin, even when fate handed him nothing but darkness.