Morrighan (The Remnant Chronicles, #0.5)

by Mary E. Pearson

“There are two kinds who survive—those who persevere and those who prey.”

Our stories must be passed to our sons and daughters, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.

I felt the magic of it, the fragile beauty of a moment that would soon be gone, and I wanted it to last forever. I turned in the circle of Jafir’s arms and looked at the prism of light coloring his hair, the ridge of his lip, my hands on his shoulders, and I kissed him, thinking that perhaps one kind of magic might make another last forever.

It is in the sorrows. In the fear. In the need. That is when the knowing gains wings.