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

by Sabaa Tahir

“Skies save me from the men in my life and all the things they think they know.

You’re irritable. I don’t like talking to irritable people.”

All the world can burn, but I will not simply leave her to suffer.”

I will never understand the savagery of war,

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.

A pathetic, human notion—that by drowning in guilt and regret, one can atone for any crime, no matter how despicable.