Status Updates From Born of Malice (Unraveled R...

Love was nothing but a dagger tucked up a sleeve, waiting to cut when one expected a caress.

Zal had never liked the myth claiming gods were made from reptilian dandruff. Surely he and his family had more noble origins than that.

"My mothers were right. The ocean lives in my veins. There is no escape from the Salt gods."

"But don't you see?" she managed with a rueful smile. "The destruction of this god-forgotten city, that's exactly what they want."

This is a genre I almost NEVER read (grimdark) and I only requested it because I really love the author, and I fear I might be obsessed

The night had grown raucous as insects serenaded the moonrise, jackals barked in the scrub and rock-hyraxes screamed from the outcroppings, their voices echoed by the mountains cupping Zal's citadel in their craggy hands. Magic simmered in the air, roused by the wild chorus.