The Curse of Ophelia (The Curse of Ophelia, #1)

by Nicole Platania

I didn’t know it was possible for a broken heart to repeatedly sever, but mine found a way.

“One needs to break fully in order to heal,” Cyph finally said.

The Spirits may grow greedy should a blessed soul cross their path, choosing to claim it as their own, harboring it as a true life among the dead in their realm.

“I am proud of the woman you have become, Sorrida, but I am sorry for the events that shaped you.”

Cypherion, always so pragmatic. A stark realist among us, who played by the rules and saw the world not only in a series of rights and wrongs, but also their implications and how each twisted the environment around it.

I smiled at my sister’s freedom, the icy outer shell of my heart cracking with her happiness. I hoped she’d still be this radiant when I was gone.

We couldn’t rebuild it from the fragments—not with the lies that lay among the rubble. We could possibly forge something new from the heat of our pain, but it would never be the same. The glass had shattered around our innocence, our eyes opened, and healing those emotional scars would be complicated. Maybe some things were meant to stay young and beautiful.

You are my heart.” I was his heart, yet he had broken me.

“You took a piece of me with you when you left. If you only knew who I became without you…”