Strange the Dreamer (Strange the Dreamer, #1)

by Laini Taylor

It was his future with the girl he held in his arms,

Flying was freedom.

The hump of its great shoulders had shrunk. All its proportions were made finer. Skathis might have been an artist, but he’d been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.

So I ask you again, Lazlo Strange… who are you?”

What couldn’t he do in this version of the world in which he was hero and monster in one?

She had lived more in the past nights than in all the dreams that came before, much less her real days and nights, and all because he saw her.

Lazlo had loved Sarai as a dream, and he would love her as a ghost as well.