- Becca Fitzpatrick — Fisilti

"Who are you?"

I'd trace the ghost of a wing on my shoulder blade, feel the phantom press of lips on my forehead, and my heart would race—not with fear, but with a grief so ancient it felt like a second skeleton. My mother watched me with careful eyes. My best friend, Vee, filled the silence with chatter, hoping to drown out the questions I couldn't voice. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

I didn't know him. But my soul did.

"I'm the one who will spend eternity reminding you," he whispered. "Who are you

The world tilted. The rain stopped mid-air. And for the first time since I woke up empty, I remembered what falling felt like. I didn't know him

But at night, the fisilti came. Whispers in the dark. A voice like cold fire, saying my name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Patch.