Five Broken Blades (The Broken Blades, #1)

by Mai Corland

Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all. Because without hope, I know: it’s not her, you fool. It can’t be. It can never be. Because I killed her.

“You remembered after forgetting, and that’s just as valuable as knowing the first time,”

The world will grab and pull at your humanity, try to strip you bare, but ultimately you decide whether to hang on or let go.

The second he touches me, a feeling rushes through me. Our hands fit together like a lock and key, but it’s more than that. He feels like home.

For now, we’ve saved each other. Tomorrow, we may stab each other in the back. Hard to say.

I’ve already seen the cost of war. It’s too great a price borne by the people who benefit the least.

I really don’t have any ideas. But being quiet got him talking on the balcony, so maybe it’ll help now. “Royo?” I say. Okay. I’m not good at being quiet.

A yapper like me