To Bleed a Crystal Bloom (Crystal Bloom, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

Because lies are pretty little masks we place on our words to tint the truth into something palatable.

“Your face is wearing your opinion.”

A normal, relaxed conversation is obviously too much to expect. If I had known he was coming here to wield an attack on the borders of my personal limitations, I’d have walked out the moment he entered.

That’s the thing about this place: no matter where you’re positioned, you’ll never see the full story at once. Just segments of it you have to piece together in your mind.

racing toward the promise of light,

I hate that color—the color of secrets. The color of my past, my present, but no longer my future. But I also love it.

But it’s hard to keep hiding when I’m staring at the unveiled truth.

I’ll refuse because the monster you know is safer than the monster you don’t.

Cainon was right. I dug my roots in—hid from a hurting world just as wounded as I am. Rhordyn may have slipped a mask over my face, but I was the one who chose to blind myself to the carnage.

“You’ve lost the right to dictate what’s important to me. You’re not my High Master anymore.”