Thorns & Fire (The Ashes of Thezmarr, #2)

by Helen Scheuerer

Torj looked away. “Shut up.” To his dismay, Kipp did no such thing.

atta boy kipp

“And you?” Wren asked her friend with a glare. “Who are you meant to be?” “Who do you think?” Kipp gave her an incredulous look as an ornate carriage pulled up at the end of the alley. “I’m Kristopher fucking Snowden.”

goat

“Forget the rebel uprising,” she said with a note of amusement. “Getting Kipp out of the Laughing Fox might prove to be our greatest challenge yet.”

“Piss off, Snowden,” Torj snapped. “I don’t want to talk about Wren.” It hurt just to say her name. “Ah, yes, the king and queen of not talking about it.”

even kipp is annoyed

“Come winter the petals fall, but the thorns remain.”

“The fool draws water from an empty well, while the wise seek new springs.”