
Lyra Izacalli does not clutch onto the jagged remnants of her past-she buries them deep beneath her skin.To feel is to give power to the past-to let grief and memory carve through her like a blade. But Lyra refuses to let them win. She will not let the sharpened words of men...

Lyra Izacalli does not clutch onto the jagged remnants of her past-she buries them deep beneath her skin.To feel is to give power to the past-to let grief and memory carve through her like a blade. But Lyra refuses to let them win. She will not let the sharpened words of men...