Fallen Stars (Heavenly Bodies, #2)

by Imani Erriu

“One of us took the Sun from the Moon. We took the queen of darkness’s hope, her one redeeming quality—the guiding remembrance that she is not all shadow.”

“Half of my soul is gone. There is no rest for me.”

The Stars had ripped her dreams from her, forced her to live in a nightmare. And so, a nightmare she became.

That for the first time in twenty-six years he felt like he belonged, and that he was exactly where he should be, soaring through the air on the back of a dragun, his hands around a shadow princess’s waist.

‘She is who you’ve been looking for,’ it said. It was only a sentence. Seven words. And it was enough to scare him shitless.

This feeling, as though I’ve been searching for something through lifetimes and found it right here. Like we’ve met before. Like you have consumed my every moment, both waking and asleep, and I barely even know you, but it feels like I do. I’m afraid of what it means, that someone who I’ve been taught is the enemy my whole life is good and kind and makes me laugh against my will.

“Violent little thing, aren’t you?”

“Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that feeling too much is a weakness,”

“You taught me how to love the darkness, how to welcome it. In the moments where I needed to run from my light you were there, ever patient.

“Fire does not care who lives or dies. It does not remember what did it wrong. It simply burns,”