Ella Riddle

“Sir-Commander!" I called out, keeping my eyes down, like a good respectful girl in the presence of an officer. With my head down, I was staring straight into the foreigner's eyes. Something darted across his face, and for a moment I wondered if he recognized me from last night after all. "This mercenary. What's he wanted for, anyhow?"
The commander paused on the porch. "Treason."
I raised my eyebrows at the foreigner, a question. Below the counter, he winked at me and I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. "Well, then, I'll keep an eye out for him, sir.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands

“Family and blood aren't the same thing.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands

“A drunk soldier is a dead soldier.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands

“You are this country, Amani." He spoke more quietly now. "More alive than anything ought to be in this place. All fire and gunpowder, with one finger always on the trigger.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands