The Jasad Crown (The Scorched Throne, #2)

by Sara Hashem

His first instinct when he saw her wasn’t to reach for his blade or summon the guards. It was to shout run.

Sooner or later, he would find me. He always did. He told me he would come for me as soon as I left the mountains, and I believed him.

He had known where I was—he just hadn’t known how to get to me.

May we lead the lives our ancestors were denied.

“If you let it, fear will make ruins of the future. You will build the rest of your life on the grave of every good thing you might have had, if only you had let yourself try.”

“Friendly? Awaleen below, I would give my left leg for friendly. I would even accept affectionate. Essiya, it is impossible to watch you two and not recognize how deeply in love you are.”

We build our reality on the foundation our world sets for us. You are not to blame for being planted in poisonous soil, Arin. Our choices come when we realize what we have grown into; when we look at the world around us and recognize our role in it. Only then, when you decide whether you will grow roots or tear yourself free, can you be truly held to account.”

“In the evening, I would come home to you.”

“The Jasad crown will belong to my wife, and my wife alone.”