Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ― a phantom life, taunting her from just out of reach. A sense would come over her while she was drawing or walking, and once while she was dancing slow and close with Kaz, that she was supposed to be doing something else with her hands, with her legs, with her body. Something else. Something else. Something else.


Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy (ed. Hachette UK, 2011) - ISBN: 9781444722642


Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ― a phantom life, taunting her from just out...

Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ― a phantom life, taunting her from just out...

Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ― a phantom life, taunting her from just out...

Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ― a phantom life, taunting her from just out...