Ella Riddle

“Here's a tip for you." He was close to me now, close as he had been when he kissed me, or I kissed him. "Don't try to hit a man in the face when he's looking straight into your eyes. You've got traitor eyes, Bandit."

I drove my other fist into his gut hard enough that my knuckles popped. Jin doubled over, coughing. "Thank for the tip." I wished victory didn't feel so much like I'd sprained my hand.

"Any time." He clutched his stomach where I'd hit him, but it looked like he was laughing.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands

“Like the earth had rebelled from within it's very soul and closed the mountain's ancient mouth”
― 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

“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