Extraits

If dying is this beautiful, then I wish I were a tree too. I'd be happy to die and be reborn in the spring.

I am lucky, Edan. I know that for every dawn, dusk must unravel its darkness.

Then the sea engulfed me, and I burst to flames.

And I suddenly realized what form I’d taken: a phoenix, meant to rise again.

Whatever history remembered of us, whether it likened us to the sun and the moon—only permitted to meet once a year—or simply to a boy and a girl touched by the stars, fate had danced to bring us together.

Magic was the blood of stars falling from the sky, the song of my enchanted scissors—eager to make a miracle out of thread and hope.

“I will stay by your side until the fire in the sun grows cold and the light of the moon is no more. Until time blots out the stars.”