A Shadow in the Reaping (The Shadow Realm, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

I love hissing. It sounds vicious and I don't get to do it enough.

These thoughts roll like marbles hitting one another in the confines of my mind, bouncing with every step in the silence of the fog.

I realize for the first time that a lifetime can be measured in millennia, or it can be counted in the weight of a few days. Even mere moments can cause a tectonic shift, propelling you from who you were to who you are now.