Mother of Death & Dawn (The War of Lost Hearts, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

How much does a memory weigh?

If the memories are gone, something is still there that makes it love.

“I’m not much for words, so I’ll only say this once. If you ever have to guess what I want, or what is best for me, it is you. Alright? I have made that decision already. I do not make it lightly. Don’t disrespect that by claiming that you know better for me than I do. I have made bad decisions before. But you are not, never have been, and never will be one of them. It is always you.”

Perhaps we didn’t need gods to find our place in something larger. Perhaps it already existed in us.