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If the city can be taken, if Tsiora can reclaim her throne and reunite her people, then the Omehi might have a chance to survive the coming onslaught.
544 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 10, 2020
“Keep fighting and I swear that before it consumes us, we’ll burn our pain to ash in the fires of vengeance.”
“There’s more of us than them, and when we finally refuse to survive on the scraps they throw us, our numbers will make all the difference.”
“Nyah told me that life, like love, is meant to be shared and that we are least linked to our own selves when we have no one with whom to share what we are. None of us are meant to go through this life alone.”
“You call me a monster because I won’t let you treat me like my life is worthless, a thing to be used and thrown away?” it said. “You call me a monster because I refuse to live like you think I deserve? If that’s what you mean by monster, watch me be monstrous!”
“Rage reaches into the world when we can no longer contain the hurt of being treated as if our life and loves do not matter. Rage, and its consequences, are what we get when the world refuses to change for anything less.”
“Evil must be punished or it will continue undeterred until it consumes all that is good.”
“Keep fighting, and I swear that before it consumes us, we’ll burn our pain to ash in the fires of vengeance.”

“Lady Gifted, as far as I know, the only path to becoming what others cannot is to suffer what others will not.”

“Rage reaches into the world when we can no longer contain the hurt of being treated as if our life and loves do not matter. Rage, and its consequences, are what we get when the world refuses to change for anything less.”





“Rage is love … twisted in on itself. Rage reaches into the world when we can no longer contain the hurt of being treated as if our life and loves do not matter. Rage, and its consequences, are what we get when the world refuses to change for anything less.”
“I can smile and talk as sweet as cane sugar. I can follow every rule you’ll ever make, and it will never be good enough for people like you, because people like you don’t see me as people.”
To be understood, he’d speak the one language the powerful share with the powerless, the language of pain, fear, and loss. The powerful had to be shown that people can only be pushed so close to the flame before they catch fire and burn everything down.
“You call me a monster because I won’t let you treat me like my life is worthless, a thing to be used and thrown away?” it said. “You call me a monster because I refuse to live like you think I deserve? If that’s what you mean by monster, watch me be monstrous!”
“Can’t you bend lower?” Hadith asked Uduak.
“Want me to crawl?”
“Tau?”
“I’m walking on my toes.”
“Feels like I’m caught between a mountain and an anthill,” Hadith grumbled as he nodded to Kellan, who was marching over at full speed.
“Tau,” she said, and Goddess wept, the emotion she put into saying his name felt real and warm and kind. “You are enough.”
Where We fight, the World Burns!🐲🔥