A Reaper at the Gates (An Ember in the Ashes, #3)

by Sabaa Tahir

The first time I killed, I was eleven. I saw my enemy’s face for days after he was gone. I heard his voice. And then I killed again. And again. And again. Too soon, I stopped seeing their faces.

I turn away. For it is no concern of mine.

“Do it, Shrike,” he whispers. “He waits for me.”

I am a thing from the Barbarians’ nightmares, a silver-faced, blood-drenched demon of the hells, and I will not let them pass.