Ashes of Man (Sun Eater, #5)

by Christopher Ruocchio

The ugliness of the world does not fade, nor are fear and grief made less by time, nor is any suffering forgotten. We are only made stronger by its blows.

“I have always struggled,” I said, “to stand still long enough to see it. All my life. All my life I’ve spent chasing my dream. That was what Siran betrayed, what Switch—my other friend—betrayed. I could not bear that they had dreams all their own.” I put a hand on the Keeper’s shoulder. “I do owe you, Imrah. Your whole family. And Siran. For reminding me to be . . . human.” So often we don’t see the truth because we won’t look low enough.