The Wrath & the Dawn (The Wrath and the Dawn, #1)

by Renée Ahdieh

“Perhaps you should spend less time despising the game and more time building the patience necessary to win.”

For without a measure of arrogance, how can one attempt the impossible?”

he would work to be worthy of such a daughter.

For his children, he would move mountains.

Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable . . . and often achieve the impossible. I would not sneer at its power.”

“It’s never been a question of who is going to let me behave a certain way; it’s always been a question of who is going to stop me. I thank you for answering it.”

I am young, and, therefore, I know my words only carry a certain weight with the world, but I do know enough to realize you cannot control the actions of others. You can only control what you do with yourself afterward.”

“What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered. “If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.” The weapons still in her grasp, she shoved against his chest. “No.” His hands dropped to her waist. “Destroy me.”

“A shared history does not entitle you to a future, my friend.”

“Some things exist in our lives for but a brief moment. And we must let them go on to light another sky.”

For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.