“And that one,” Ansel said, pointing to the next stall, “is named Kasida—it means ‘drinker of the wind’ in the desert dialect.” Kasida’s name was fitting. The slender mare was a dapple gray, with a sea-foam white mane and thundercloud… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, it felt as though the darkness stared back at her—and the face it wore was her own. Beneath the dark, she could have sworn she heard the rushing of a half-frozen river, swollen with melting snow off the Staghorns.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
