Fireborne (The Aurelian Cycle, #1)

by Rosaria Munda

Moments like this, it hits me like it did the first time: that the life I have begun to think of as routine is, in fact, extraordinary.

The boy who had no father, who reminded me of no one, who mattered to me only because in a world where we had no one, he was kind.

We’ve reached the bounds of reason and have come to the threshold of belief. I would not do her the dishonor of imagining that her beliefs have been any less hard-won than mine.