“She is plunging soundlessly through the night sky, toward the mirrored darkness of the sea. When she hits, there is barely even a splash. I cannot speak. Everything seems to slow around me. I think of Sophie's cracked lips, think of her saying, Please, just tell me this isn't real. I don't think I can live with any of this being real. I think of the stones she filled her pockets with. I hadn't been listening. I hadn't wanted to hear her; I'd just wanted to save her. And now, because of me, she is dead.”
Book:The Cruel Prince
