The Queen of All that Lives (The Fallen World, #3)

by Laura Thalassa

I’ve become something I loathe, and I don’t know how to get back to the girl I was, the one that easily divided the world into right and wrong. And to be honest, I don’t know if I even want to be her anymore. I’d rather be the girl who was never touched by war. Who knew nothing of sleeping with the enemy, who’d never seen what flesh looks like when it was blown open. I want to be a girl who woke with a clear conscience each morning, whose demons didn’t plague her late at night.

“Nire bihotza, nire emaztea, nire bizitza. Maite izango dut nire heriotzaren egun arte,” he says.[1]

I think death, when it comes for me, will be a great release. Oblivion from this cruel world.