The Serpent and the Wings of Night (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

a lie was a petty sin.

death always watched.

Words were complicated. Questions were difficult.

He was a lonely young man. She was a lonely young woman. Is it anything but inevitable that something should form between them?

I didn’t know how. Didn’t know how to let go of that wall within myself. I’d built it for so long, cemented over every crack. Now I clung to it. Terrified of what would happen if I let myself fall.

And then I realized. I realized that fear, when embraced, hardens and sharpens. That it becomes rage. That it becomes power.

Anger made things easy. Love made things complicated.