The Rose & the Dagger (The Wrath and the Dawn, #2)

by Renée Ahdieh

Soon, the day began bruising into night,

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“This is your dream, you goose! If you cannot say what it is you desire in your own dream, then where can you dare to say it?”

“But, if you ask me, the best way to go about flying is to cut the strings tying you down . . .”

“Beauty fades. But a pain in the ass is forever.”

“You must know you have an abominable temper,” Shahrzad said with reproach. A smile ghosted across his lips. “As do you, my queen.” “We are not discussing my shortcomings.” She sniffed.

“When we are faced with our darkest fears, inaction is for the weak or the hopeless. There is always something to be said or done.

“Until you can learn to let go of your hatred, you will always love yourself more.”

You are a banyan tree because in you I see this story. The beginning and the end of all things. The hope for something to grow, even in shadow.”