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

by Foz Meadows

I felt adrift, like flotsam at the mercy of inescapable tides.

A strange and stubborn endurance. The words might have been a prophecy, for they never quite ceased to be relevant: not in my childhood, and certainly not to my adult self.

Some terrible gremlin impulse connected one thought to the other,

“—but what I mean is, there’s no point trying to subtract the Tithena from you, just like there’s no point you trying to subtract the Ralia from me. We are as we’ve grown to be, and however we change in the future, that will always be where we’ve come from. So. I suppose what I’m trying to say is, if I had to be in this sort of mess with someone, I’m glad it’s you.” “I’m glad it’s you, too,” said Cae.