The Bone Shard Daughter (The Drowning Empire, #1)

by Andrea Stewart

I am hardened to the suffering of others. Another lie I told myself because I couldn’t save everyone; I hadn’t been able to even save my own brother. If I thought too much on all the suffering, all the people I couldn’t help, I felt like I was drowning in the Endless Sea itself. I couldn’t carry that weight.

It didn’t seem fitting that the world should end on a cloudless day.

One more life saved. It was a pittance, unutterably small against the scale of the lives lost. But it was there. And one life certainly made a difference to the one living it.

And I would show him that even broken daughters could wield power.

Habits were things done with little reason, over and over, until momentum made them more difficult to stop than to keep going.

“A person who can’t see a future doesn’t have a future,”