The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

All That Is Good Comes from the Gods. All That Is Evil Comes from Men.

“I have never trusted myself,” he said. “But I think, if you did—I could.”

It was the please that caught her. Conor Aurelian did not ask, did not request, did not say please or for my sake. Conor Aurelian did not beg. But he was begging her now.

The Goddess is a Goddess if her people believe she is.

“The Malgasi fear a legend,” he said. “Claim your power. Give them something true to fear.”

when I speak your name to her, her eyes fill with a rare light, just as yours do when you say hers.