“This was the story of a prince who watched over his city as it slept. Who went on foot, for fear of trampling one of the fallen, who wove his way between the bodies of his people. Some would say… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anyth.ing that bled or broke and healed again.… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
