Alexandra Bracken

Dreaming led to disap

disappointment, and disappointment to a kind of depressed funk that wasn’t easy to shake. Better to stay in the gray than get eaten by the dark.

old gods must die to allow the new to rise.

The pain was good. It kept her focused.

His life had played out exactly as it was meant to, without her there to interrupt it.

And he had never come to find her. Not even when she’d needed him most.

I love you more with every sunrise.

They were afraid of us—the ones who lived