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

by Andrea Stewart

One more life saved. It was a pittance, unutterably small against the scale of the lives lost. But it was there. And one life certainly made a difference to the one living it.

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

I’d kissed her again and again, as if the world was the ocean and she the only air I could breathe.

Habits were things done with little reason, over and over, until momentum made them more difficult to stop than to keep going.