To Snap a Silver Stem (Crystal Bloom, #2)

by Sarah A. Parker

“She’s Aeshlian. Aravyn’s child. She’s … got a black mark on her shoulder that doesn’t look natural.” Light will bloom from sky and soil, Skin tarnished by the brand of death … My knees buckle, hand whipping

Truth is, I fell in love with a ghost. Now I’m gone and still ... haunted.

I look to the sky, draw a shuddered breath, and crack that crystal shell I’d built inside myself, freeing the swarm of hurt and hate and love and guilt and spine-crushing sorrow.