How will God, if there is a God, remember us? Will he even know our names? All stories end when they have returned to their beginnings. What can we do but remember in his stead?
Justin Cronin, City of Mirrors
I managed to get a copy of this via NetGalley and absolutely tore through the final book in the trilogy. This isn’t a spoiler, just one of the many gorgeous lines from the novel. When it is available, I highly suggest picking up a copy!