Sarah J.. Maas. The courtyard of the Wings of Death (№ 326085)

Elaine was always gentle and sweet, and I thought it was her. The best power. Thanks, and which, despite all the cruelty of the world she chose, again and again, love and kindness. She was always full of light.
Perhaps that is why my sister and I kept all the curtains open. To fill the void that existed where once there was all this light.
And where now there was nothing left.