The Wind Weaver (Reign of Remnants, #1)

by Julie Johnson

Shortsighted paper kings, usurping and undermining, slaughtering and savaging, until there is hardly any land left fit to rule.

To annihilate a race, you must do more than kill its people. You must kill its music, its artwork, its architecture. Its customs, its traditions, its religions. You must eradicate the beauty, so only horror remains in the memories of those who live on in the aftermath. So no one attempts to rebuild—or even remembers why they might ever want to.

“Either stab me with that dagger or put it on the nightstand,” he mutters. “At this point, I really don’t care which.”