“Lakia yawns. “I hope all your courtesans aren’t defeated so easily.” “Yes, it will make for a tedious day,” Tarek replies, sipping his flask. I cut them a glare. Ameya just sacrificed her life. She wanted freedom from being a… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“A true sister warrior is well trained and physically strong, but she is also dedicated to practicing the five godly virtues—obedience, service, sisterhood, humility,… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“Thank the gods for crunchy food. “I don’t see how we are expected to be confined in this . . .” Chew. Chew. Chew. “The blanket… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“Snowflakes stick to his sooty eyelashes, his eyes warm brown. I am no more afraid of him than I was in the lower level… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“His face is not what I expected. He looks more god than mortal. Though the angular shape of his jaw is the image of… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“would rather stay in Samiya and serve the gods than leave and serve a man.” — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“He smiles, even attractive, but appearances are unreliable depictions of character.” — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“send her a long look. I am not dense. She does not seek a sympathetic ear from me. She simply does not know what… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“I cannot discern the gods’ will from men’s; the layers of truth are too muddled together.” — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“Long, low tables fill the throne room, lit by hundreds of fat candles. Tarek is seated at the head of a table set above… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
“How will you sleep in the cold?” I ask. The young soldier smiles shyly. “We have warmed stones for our beds too, Viraji.” My… — Emily R. King Copy Share Image
