Mother of Death and Dawn (The War of Lost Hearts Book 3)

I put down my pen, and I live.

the end.

This is what it means to have something to lose.

This is what it means to have something to love.

And these days, I have so much to love.

I had never loved so deeply nor feared so intensely. She has amber-green eyes, like the sun through the leaves. Every so often she looks at me and I remember a nightmare I had, a long time ago, and I need to count my breaths until the moment passes.

This, you see, is the thing they don’t tell you about the happy endings.