The Six Deaths of the Saint (Into Shadow, #3)

by Alix E. Harrow

“Well, she is my Devil now.”

“Do you truly mean to die, just so the King can hang a new map behind his throne?” Then, more perceptively, unforgivably, “Just so he will bury you at his feet, like a loyal dog?” His voice caught and broke. “Is it worth it?”

You saw yourself as an unholy triptych, three into one, one into three: she the girl, you the Devil, and I the Saint. And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.

“I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”