Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

My heart withered, bleeding and forever weeping for them all. My darling Daddy with his courage and his hope, his kind words all lost to the wind, nothing but memories for me to capture like moths to keep in jars, to be treasured and defended always.

“We must feel the bad as deeply as the sea, for then we are able to feel the joy as high as the moon.”

I’d thought grief would be louder than this. It felt like there should have been people screaming, thousands of fists hammering at the walls, thunder cracking through the sky. But if anything, things were quieter. More still.