Beautiful Redemption (Caster Chronicles 4)

We are all mixed up in this together, under one warm piecrust.

Everything about me remembers everything about you.

Then I take a fifth glass down from the shelf, the last of our clean glasses. I fill it to the brim with milk, so close that I have to slurp the top to keep it from overflowing.

Lena laughs at the way I always fill my cup as full as it can go. I feel her smiling in her sleep.

I raise my glass to the moon and drink it myself.

Life has never tasted sweeter.

HERE ENDETH

THE CASTER CHRONICLES

Fabula Peracta Est. Scripta Aeterna Manent.

A Seer’s moons, a Siren’s tears,

Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears,

Incubus graves and Caster rivers,

The Final Page the End delivers.