Strange the Dreamer (Strange the Dreamer, #1)

by Laini Taylor

To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, “And none of us became children to be orphans.”

Lazlo owned nothing, not one single thing, but from the first, the stories felt like his own hoard of gold.

“Life won’t just happen to you, boy,” he said. “You have to happen to it. Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.”

So he hoped, so he dreamed: that, in the course of time, grain by grain, the gray would give way to the dream and the sands of his life would run bright.