“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 her mother. It didn’t matter that they’d killed many before her. The girl let the old… — 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
