When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

Survival’s funny. Some wear it like a whisper, others like a scream. Mine’s a scorched skeleton of flame-forged rage that keeps me upright. Keeps me moving forward.

My mind tunnels back to the moments following Tarik’s disposal. To the quiet allure I experienced toward a heavily accented male I probably should’ve slaughtered. But I didn’t. Because he smelled good.

“Who died and made you king?” I rasp past my ruined throat. “My pah,” he deadpans,

I mean that's how royal lineage works yeah gurl. also that means he serious he's a KING you dumb dumb rumb rumb

“Wanna tussle?”

I'm ducking cackling you stupid witty girl

“Die in a ditch. Or better yet, a coliseum—getting feasted on by a flock of Moltenmaws. I’ll meet you there.”

Okay i love her

“No wonder you laughed,” she says, then reaches behind me, flicking a blanket over my back and easing it around my shoulders. “The unbreakable always do.”