Kaila Meeks

“You call me feeble, but look at you,” she said vacantly, head tilting at the sphere in her palm. “So small on the inside. You use fear to distract others from seeing your own. You are nothing but a coward.” Faythe met his eyes then, and he was right to look vulnerable; to surface that fear as an unveiling of his true self before he met his end. “Do you have anything you would like to say?” Rezar’s eyes were back to blazing. “This kingdom will burn before you claim it.” “Then it’s a shame you won’t bear witness,” Faythe said calmly, “when I sit upon a throne from the ashes.”
― C.C. Peñaranda, A Throne From the Ashes

“The thing about a weapon is that it has no allegiance. Craft a lethal blade, perfect its sharpened edge, and it can kill its maker as easily as it can slay any enemy.”
― C.C. Peñaranda, A Throne From the Ashes

“I want your fealty, not your disappointing bedroom favors.” “In the bedroom, I might just yield both.” “If you were the last male on the continent, our species would cease to exist with us.”
― C.C. Peñaranda, A Throne From the Ashes

“It’s not the act but the intention that separates the good from the evil.”
― C.C. Peñaranda, A Throne From the Ashes