Born of Death and Ruin (The Tower #1.5)

Prologue

T he past is a funny little thing.

It molds us into who we are in the present. For some, the past is filled with love and happiness. And for others, well, it grips us by the throat and drags us into the darkest pits of despair. Even as time passes by it slowly chokes us, robbing us of ever truly experiencing living.

I would love to say that it gets better, but it doesn’t. It just changes. The pain and sorrow never abandon you—your lifelong companions.

The thing is, I wouldn’t change the past. I wouldn’t change the torment and heartache. The sleepless nights and tireless days. If I did that then they would never be a part of my life. And that is a far greater crime than a broken mind.