A Strange and Stubborn Endurance (The Tithenai Chronicles #1)

by Foz Meadows

I endured the subsequent hours of niceties in an agony of tension.

“Should have done unsinks no boats,”

But navigating unplanned personal conversations with sense and dignity had never been one of Cae’s strong suits;

Last night, I’d chosen to believe in Caethari’s goodness instead of dying, such that now, in daylight, I badly wanted that trust to be justified by more than my own raw need.

I realised this was awkward for him; that he didn’t quite know how to treat me. I snorted softly. That was one thing we had in common: I hardly knew how to treat myself, either.