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452 pages, Paperback
First published August 30, 2016
I realize I am not staring into his eyes. I am staring into my future.
I see it for a moment. Pain. Suffering. Horror. All that I love, all that matters to me, awash in blood.
“You are my temple. You are my priest. You are my prayer. You are my release.”
S A B A A
T A H I R
R U I N E D
Side effects if reading ATATN: dizziness, fatigue, lightheadedness, clammy skin, cold sweat, P A I N.
This is a mission.
You’re it’s leader.
This is the cost.
"You want to talk now? After weeks of not even looking at me?”
“I look at you.” His response is swift, his voice low. “Even when I shouldn’t.”
“You are a torch against the night- if you dare to let yourself burn.”
And a huge thank you to Penguin Teen for giving me the opportunity to read this early :)
“So long as you fight the darkness, you stand in the light.”
“You are a torch against the night – if you dare let yourself burn.”
“Your emotions make you human. Even the unpleasant ones have a purpose. Don’t lock them away. If you ignore them, they just get louder and angrier.”
*laia does something*
me: ughhhhh. you stupid, stupid girl. c’mon, get it together - im rooting for you!
*elias does something*
me: noooooo. i cant believe youve done this!! whyyyyy!?!? but i still love you anyways, babe. ;)
*helene does something*
me: disappointed, but not really surprised. (rolls eyes but secretly thinks about how savage she is)
I look to the little boy in his arms. Ayan. Tiny dark crescents curve beneath his lower lashes. His eyes meet mine, and I touch his cheek, soft and round. He should be innocent. But he’s seen things no child should. Who will he be when he grows up? What will all this violence make him? Will he survive? Not another forgotten child with a forgotten name, I plead. Not another lost Scholar.
“Didn’t the Scholar rebels understand what they would unleash when they revolted? Didn’t they realize the death and terror the Empire would rain down upon them?
“I’ve never seen the Scholars as enemies, exactly. An enemy is someone you fear. Someone who might destroy you. But the Scholars will never destroy the Martials. They can’t read. They have no steelcraft. They are a slave class-a lesser class.”
“You are my temple,” I murmur as I kneel beside her. “You are my priest. You are my prayer. You are my release.”
❝You are a torch against the night — if you dare to let yourself burn.❞