cobaltrose:Read in 2016 » This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab A quiet sadness crept through him
cobaltrose:Read in 2016 » This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab A quiet sadness crept through him like a chill. Suddenly normal felt so far away. It was a cruel trick of the universe, thought August, that he felt human only after doing something monstrous. Which made him wonder if that brief glimpse of humanity was really just an illusion, an echo of the life he’d taken. An imposter sensation. Leo’s voice came to him, simple and steady. This is what you do. What you are. Ilsa’s rose to meet it. Find the good in it. August took a deep breath, and returned the violin to its case. He might not be human, but he was alive. The hunger was gone. The fever had broken, his skin was cool, and his head was clear again. He’d bought himself a few more days. A few more tallies. And he’d delivered justice. -- source link
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