The Heart Forger (The Bone Witch #2) release day!
I have always known darkness.
It has always been my friend. It has always been my enemy. Some days it is a mist over my eyes, leaving me blind to what should be so obvious… but some days I wipe that fog away, and realize I see more clearly in its aftermath than I ever had before it.
The darkness has always been inside me, I think, long before I raised my brother from the dead. My silver heartsglass merely gave it a mouth, made it realize that it too, can hunger….
[manuscript codename: 'magic']
The firebird chirped a warning, but the shades paid little heed. So it sighed – a resigned, I-really-did-warn-you-about-this-you-know sigh – and glowed. Its feathers, a variety of yellows and reds and oranges tipped with a subtle silver shimmer, flared. Its majestic tail fanned out like a vestal train, whipping at slow, concentrated intervals. Despite its bravado, it had a wide-eyed curiosity about it suggesting it had not been a firebird for very long and, if the shades had their way, would not be one for much longer.
The Never Tilting World
It was clearly the man’s fault I’d punched him in the face.
It was still his fault when I did it again, and when I did it a third time, and when I did it the next twenty-one times. I’d lost count after that – his fault too, because I’m the kind of woman who keeps score.