Name: Goldfinch
ISBN: 9781464224522

Raven Kennedy

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Goldfinch

Cassidy Nolan

The beasts are antsy, talons digging into the cobblestone, sharp eyes on the sky.

”I will find you. I will find you in that life. I fucking promise you that. But you have to go. Please, baby.”

if anything happens to argo i swear to GOD i’m gonna lose it

Wynn looks at me. “You’ll really make sure he isn’t hurt again?”

“Okay,” she says with a nod. Then she hugs Argo one more time, and the two sisters walk away, hand in hand.

“You’ll find Auren and our mother,” he says, not an inch if doubt in his voice, because he knows I won’t settle for anything else. “Be careful,” he murmurs.

Finally, I’m heading toward her. And although pain throbs in my chest and I can feel my veins pulsing with poison, I ignore it. Because I’m going to her, and nothing, not even this rotting fucking heart in my chest, is going to stop me.

But my life doesn’t flash before my eyes. She does.

I was always meant to find her. To see her.

Moisture gathers at the corners of my eyes, shedding the misery of my failure. Of everything I’ll never get to see her do. The little and big moments I’ll miss. I wanted them all. I wanted to see and experience and have all of her, forever.

As long as there is breath in my lungs and a heart in my chest, I will fight for her with everything that I am.

Her flame, her sun, it blazes. Delves into every crevice, burning away every pinch of polluted blood. It swarms around my near-bursting heart, and I feel her essence grab hold. Fist me in her light.

Our souls are now bound together. Our lives forever connected. Our magic entwined.

It means that she and I are a match fated by the goddesses. It means that we have been given the greatest gift ever bestowed on a fae.

can my girl get one single moment to breathe pls

 in my mind. I want it out. I want all of it 

Because this is what it feels like to fall into the pitted, overwhelming dark.

And yet…somewhere in these shadows, there are veins of black that don’t succumb, but that 

My eyes drift to the window. The color drawing me in.

You have your own light, little sun. So you must carry it with you when it grows dark.

When tears are like starfall, when bleak is the night,

We remember the dawn that will bring back the light.

…it won’t defeat me. I won’t let it.

I might not know anything else yet, but I do know this truth with innate certainty.

There’s been an intensity to him since the moment I woke. It’s obvious 

 has changed. It’s like we were both reading the same book, but he went ahead and finished it before me. It feels like he’s just waiting for me to catch up, watching me flip every page, staring at me as I go word by word.

Goldfinch

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