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“No war can be fought with clean hands,” he said. “Not even the ones waged for the right reasons. Not even the ones you win.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Children of Fallen Gods

“Max looked over his shoulder. “You should knock. One of these days you’re going to walk in on something that you don’t want to see.” The newcomer’s brows rose, just slightly. “Is that what I’m doing now?” “Not that kind of scandal, sadly.” He shot Max a questioning look, then took a step forward and leaned over the table, extending a hand to me. “Sammerin. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” His voice was low and smooth, deep but inviting and gentle. It took me just long enough to be awkward to realize that I was supposed to grasp his hand. This was not a common greeting in Threll. “Tisaanah.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“If you can do it, I can do it.” His hand lifted to brush my cheek, then he said, more softly, “I don’t care what we’re walking into. You’re not going to do it alone.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Children of Fallen Gods

“Max’s face hardened. “That man treated you like an animal, and he was just looking at you like you were—” He let out a breath through his teeth. “And you’re telling me that I didn’t play nicely enough?” I wanted to laugh. How could someone be so cynical and yet so naive? “Do you understand how many men have looked at me that way? Like a thing, not a person? I wouldn’t have survived a week in Esmaris’s court if I had—” “But that’s not right.” “Of course it’s not right, but it is the way it is.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds