Twelve Kings in Sharakhai (The Song of the Shattered Sands #1)

by Bradley P. Beaulieu

white—the color of a wolf’s bared teeth—but

It felt used. Lived in. Kissed by battle.

“Because she is the one who will be wrapped in the cloak of your decisions.

It wasn’t the truth, but it was a truth,

Now, the first stone is called mind’s flight. It’s a stone that’s relatively small, and polished to a high sheen, and when swallowed, is said to give one the ability to hear the thoughts of those around you.”

showing five yellow teeth standing proud as gravestones.

one of these days, there’ll be no one around to protect you from yourself.”

The more she read, though, the angrier she got,

And knowledge was a form of power, an effective lever that might do much, with little applied force, if only the proper fulcrum could be found

she was a rare dove,