Dance With The Sword – Sarah K. L. Wilson
The Law of Greeting bound me to him. The Law of Unraveling stole me away. No one had told me about that law, either, but something in my bones already knew about the dark law that streaks all our memories with tiger-striped charcoal. It’s the law that tells us nothing lasts forever. The law that reminds us that you can’t account for everything that might happen before it does. The law that determines that if something bad could happen … then it will happen.