"She was never afraid of the dark-she was born from it, shaped by it. But in the
shadows, she learned that even the lost have a path, and even the broken have a
purpose."
From Emethistyin, Well Lyra calls me Emethy, but I still don't know where I belong. I know
what I must do. I was meant to heal, to save-but to survive, I have had to kill. My birthmark
whispers secrets I cannot escape, tying me to something far beyond my understanding. I have lost
too much, yet I still care-even for those who have hurt me. I fear Death & I despise it. But it
follows me, watching, waiting. Apart from that, the shadows shift when I enter. The spirits linger,
their hollow eyes fixed on me. The living keep their distance and the dead refuse to let go. I am
not just a girl not just a healer. I am bound to something ancient, something that does not ask-it
claims. And as the world begins to unravel, I must choose: fight my fate or embrace what I was
always meant to be.
"The darkest paths are not meant to be feared-they are meant to be walked. For
only in the depths of shadow do the hidden roads to light begin to reveal
themselves."