" she felt his presence behind her, like the subtle change in the seasons. A shift in the wind. This was not necessarily a welcome change. She did not suffer that kind of delusion. Not yet. But even the moment when the leaves fall from their boughs—even that moment—has a beauty to it. A glory of its own. "

― Renée Ahdieh , The Wrath and the Dawn (The Wrath and the Dawn, #1)