In this darkest moment, in mud and despair, Leeli’s strength is like an anvil. Strike her, and sparks light the darkness. Our stories tell us who we are.
Leeli kept her eyes on the mud at her feet lest she collapse into tears. She summoned Nia’s strength and fought to keep her back straight, her eyes fierce. She would not fall helplessly to the mud only to be wrenched to her feet and prodded forward by the Fangs. This was her home, not theirs.
Their way led to a corridor in the rubble, at the end of which was a well-traveled stair that sank away into darkness. Leeli paused at the top and looked up, wondering if this was the last time she would see the sky. Even sullied with smoke, it was beautiful.
—From chapter 75.
What passage did you love best this week? I accidentally posted this excerpt and the previous one out of order—oops! I would love to read a segment you enjoyed, no matter where you found it, from the beginning of the series to the end. Post it in the comments! 🙂