An Ember in the Ashes (An Ember in the Ashes, #1)

by Sabaa Tahir

The lamplight paints his thick mane of white hair gold,

There’s a storm in her eyes,

content to contemplate the stars above us, to find music in the distant sounds that drift up from the forges.

I catch a glimpse of a sky that looks as if it’s still undecided as to whether it’s night or morning.

But there are two kinds of guilt, girl: the kind that drowns you until you’re useless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose.

Laia is the wild dance of a Tribal campfire, while Helene is the cold blue of an alchemist’s flame.