Practice (The Heretic's Guide to Homecoming #2)

by Sienna Tristen

“Dearest Ronoah, you’ve essentially been pegged as a hunk.”

You were never truly done with a place, were you? There was always one thing more. The trick, he was learning, was to choose what you wanted over what was readily available. Good enough wasn’t good enough. Not anymore.

So many tiny Shatterings, every day, for lack of clarity. Lack of compassion.

I want to learn the truth about as much as possible, about everything, so that—so that I know how not to hurt anyone.”

sometimes having the answers was even more burdensome than being ignorant. Sometimes knowledge cut up the hands trying to hold it.

“Pashangali, don’t promise me you won’t do it again.” He cut her off a second time and felt her go rigid in guilt or in shame or, hopefully, just in attention. “Show me you can fix it when it happens. Show me you are more interested in atonement than in abasing yourself, and I will decide what is forgivable.”

There is always the possibility that the only thing your people have in common is their fondness for you.