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

by Sabaa Tahir

Strange how monsters can reach from beyond the grave, as potent in death as they were in life.

What sin was so great that Scholars must pay, with every generation, with the only thing we have left: our lives?

An image of Laia and me in a house, making a life together, flashes through my mind. Could it be possible?

Please

Curse this world for what it does to the mothers, for what it does to the daughters. Curse it for making us strong through loss and pain, our hearts torn from our chests again and again. Curse it for forcing us to endure.