“Tell me something about her," he whispers. "Something good." "I didn't know anything." My voice cracks, and I clear my throat. "I knew her for weeks? Months? And I never even asked her anything worthwhile about her family or what it was like when she was young or- or what she wanted or what she hoped for. Because I thought we had more time.” LossLaia Of SerraA Torch Against The NightKennan Book:A Torch Against the Night Source: A Torch Against the Night
“An aroma of cedar and lemon fill my senses, and I return to a cellar miles to the north, where a red-haired boy I loved made me feel less alone. I have spent so long hating the Nightbringer that I never mourned who he used to be. Keenan, my first love, my friend, a boy who understood my loss so deeply because he had endured his own.” Laia Of SerraThe NightbringerKennan Book:A Sky Beyond the Storm Source: A Sky Beyond the Storm