Windwitch (The Witchlands, #2)

by Susan Dennard

She was broken. She was useless. She was the pointless half of a friendship. The one who would live forever in shadows, no matter what she did. No matter whom she fought.

She clasped it tight, her fingers lacing between his. Together they ran.

It was hard enough staring into the Void, but what did one do if the Void looked back?

Then Merik Nihar set off, content with no riches, no gold, and no crown, as long as he had friends by his side.