The only person I ever loved died in front of me when I was thirteen. She died doing what I couldn't, her life snuffed out in a matter of seconds. I was angry with her for years afterward. Angry with her decision. Angry with her for leaving me. Angry with her for being weak. Her choice cost her; it cost me too. I vowed to be the opposite—to do what was necessary to survive. And I did. Anger faded to indifference, then over time, to understanding. Clora Walsh died doing what I couldn't because she was strong—stronger than I ever was. I could have let that knowledge haunt me from the shadows. Instead, I accepted it. Used it. Let it strengthen me. We are what we are, shadows or not. This was the life I had chosen. This was the life I would live.
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Storm of Shadows (Lumineers 1)
FantasyA light wielding heroine, dangerous city streets akin to Victorian London, and a mouthy sidekick in the form of a shape-shifting mechanimal, Throne of Glass-meets-Nevernight in this New Adult fantasy with a Steampunk backbone. Storm of Shadows follo...
