Strange the Dreamer (Strange the Dreamer, #1)

by Laini Taylor

Zosma sank to its knees and bled great gouts of men into a war about nothing.

it was the new one that climbed inside, turned several circles, and settled in with a grunt—like a satisfied dragon in a cozy new lair.

hreshtek, sharp enough to slice a man off his shadow,

but war, like fortune, doesn’t touch all folk with the same hand.

And that’s how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.