Four Ruined Realms (The Broken Blades, #2)

by Mai Corland

Without burning anger, all you’re left with is the embers of grief. In many ways, fury is better because at least it’s something to cling to. Sadness is a barren expanse.

Innocence is a cheap flower to be plucked and torn apart by powerful men.

“There’s an old expression in my village that sometimes the tongue isn’t ready to speak what the eyes have seen.

There are scars we display, and then there are the ones we don’t want anyone to see. Aeri trusted me with the darkest parts of her story, the deep, ugly wounds, and I think she’s more beautiful for surviving them. The darkness makes me appreciate her light.

People have a peculiar way of believing the worst about powerful women.

She’s apologizing for her tears. As if being sad, as if love is some kind of weakness. Love is the greatest strength.