Sisters of the Forsaken Stars (Our Lady of Endless Worlds, #2)

by Lina Rather

Their mother was a few scattered memories. Her name had been Ethiopian, and her face, but whether she had prayed in any church, she could never remember. And Eris had sharpened all her own memories into weapons.

Sister Faustina thought the universe was mostly cold and random, a clock set and left by a distant maker, and strove to make it a little less cold.

“The story of Phoyongsa III will come out. It’s already starting. Either we can tell it or it can be told for us.”

Mother Lucia twisted the gold ring around and around her finger. Wedded to God forever, but He was often a quiet, stubborn bridegroom.