The Bone Shard Daughter (The Drowning Empire, #1)

by Andrea Stewart

“Listening is an art. It’s not so much sometimes in letting the other person speak as in asking them the right questions.”

Reality was a harsh mistress, but it was one that could not be denied.

Does anyone actually stop when they’re being chased? She’d just beaten me; what did she expect – for me to turn around and thank her for the kind request? No. I did what everyone else who’s ever been given that command does – I fled faster.

My brain promptly gave up.

I was now the only keeper of these memories, and that was the truest sort of loneliness.

I’d forgotten it was there at all – it was too small. No one, it seemed, was too small to turn the tide.