Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.

And while I might not survive if I stay, I’m not sure I can live with myself if I leave.

“What changed between Parapet and now?” Dain asks again, a wealth of emotions in his eyes that I can’t begin to interpret. Well, except the fear. That doesn’t need any interpretation. “Me.”

Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.