A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire (Blood and Ash, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Biases were taught and learned. Maybe that wasn’t my fault, but that didn’t make it acceptable.

Books. Rows and rows of books.

“You can’t spell dysfunctional without fun, now can you?”

Beauty, my sweet child, is often broken and barbed, and always unexpected."

I was happy. I was scared. I was hopeful. I was excited.

I would have to vomit about that later.

I hated moments like this, when sleep evaded me and all that existed was things better not dwelled upon.

I pretended that we both aged, and that I was always reckless enough, brave enough to just let myself feel, to experience, to live without the past shadowing every choice I made, or the future looming over every decision.

Ow 🥲