Darkfever (Fever, #1)

by Karen Marie Moning

Is there such a thing as tempting the Fates to slice one of the most important threads that holds your life together simply by being too happy?

After two weeks, my teary fog started to lift a little. I didn’t stop hurting. I think I just finally expelled the last drop of moisture from my body that wasn’t absolutely necessary to keep me alive. And rage watered my parched soul. I wanted answers. I wanted justice.

Grief. Well aware of this feeling…