Candise Clark

“The question we must all ask ourselves as we enter service is: are our sacrifices worth it to keep the citizens of Navarre safe?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Markham saw you as his protégé, the next head of the scribes, the only applicant he thought smart enough, clever enough to continue weaving the complicated blindfold chosen for us hundreds of years ago.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I don’t see people.” He tilts his head and studies me. “I see their weaknesses. It’s a great advantage in battle. Honestly, you surprised me when we met. From everything I’d heard about the youngest Sorrengail, I expected to look at you and see pain, broken bones, or maybe shame for never living up to Mom’s expectations.” He skims his finger over the obvious break in my forearm but doesn’t apply pressure. The threat is enough to make my chest tighten. “But I saw…nothing. Someone taught you to shield, and I’ll admit you’re very good at it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“don’t buy into the narrative of evil being snuffed out by good. Dark eclipsed by light. Wrong vanquished by right. That’s all surface-level fairy tales, created by those who reside on the outskirts of the dismal shadows.”
― Brandy Hynes, Charring Bones