Faefever
Fever, book 3
Karen Marie Moning
This one’s for the Moning Maniacs—the best fans any writer ever had.
“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
— T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
— Dylan Thomas
Maps
PART ONE Before Dawn
“I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a bad dream.
Alina will be alive,
I won’t be afraid of the dark,
Monsters won’t be walking the streets of Dublin,
And I won’t have this terrible fear that tomorrow dawn just won’t come.”
— Mac’s journal
Prologue
I’d die for him.
No, wait a minute. that’s not where this is supposed to begin.
I know that. But left to my own devices, I’d prefer to skim over the events of the next few weeks, and whisk you through those days with glossed-over details that cast me in a more flattering light.
Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.
I never used to think about things like darkest hours and trials and fault lines.