Ocean of Ink (The Obsidian Academy Duet #1)

Excerpt from Wren’s Journal

I dreamt of blood again. It coated my hands, warm and sticky and wet. No matter how much I scrubbed with a cloth, it wouldn’t come off. Heron woke me up. I had been crying out in my sleep, scratching my palms and wrists.

He bandaged them for me, then took me to the meadow. We sat in the dewy grass amongst the wildflowers and watched as the sun rose. “A terrible night is always followed by a beautiful sunrise,” Heron had murmured as he twirled a yellow daisy in between his fingers. “Don’t forget that, Birdie.”

I decided right then that the misty pink of dawn would be my favorite color, for it meant the night was over.