“You could die," she whispered. "Everything dies," he whispered back. "I'm afraid of so much more than dying.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“Everything dies,” he whispered back. “I’m afraid of so much more than dying.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“The old heroes were called Namsara after a beloved god, he said. So she would be called Iskari, after a deadly one.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“Asha glanced up. The look in his eyes made her breath catch. It was like looking into the heart of a star: bright and… — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“You could die," she whispered. "Everything dies," he whispered back. "I'm afraid of so much more than dying.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“Everything dies,” he whispered back. “I’m afraid of so much more than dying.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“And with that thought came a loneliness so sharp and cruel, it felt like an axe cleaving her heart in two.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“Once there was a girl who was drawn to wicked things. Things like forbidden, ancient stories. It didn’t matter that the old stories killed… — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“No one needs to ask for a woman’s opinion. It’s expected that she gives it freely.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
“Iskari let others define her because she thought she didn't have a choice. Because she thought she was alone and unloved.” — Kristen Ciccarelli Copy Share Image
