Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.

What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?

The most confused we ever get is when we’re trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.