Rule of Wolves (King of Scars, #2)

by Leigh Bardugo

“Maybe the gift of being human is that we do not give up—even when all hope is lost.”

Since she seemed to be headed for utter calamity, she might as well enjoy the food.

Love was the destroyer. It made mourners, widows, left misery in its wake. Grief and love were one and the same. Grief was the shadow love left when it was gone.

There was nothing else to do but keep moving forward. You chose your path. You walked it. You hoped to find a way home again.