Mirage (Mirage, #1)

by Somaiya Daud

The blood never dies, he remembers. The blood never forgets.

The blood never dies, he remembers. The blood never forgets.

Hope. Hard won, soaked in blood, a hope that burned as much as it lit her way. The opposite of what I’d nurtured while still on Cadiz. That had been a bright, gleaming thing, reflective like a moon in the sky. Harmless, but without its own warmth.

Hope. Hard won, soaked in blood, a hope that burned as much as it lit her way. The opposite of what I’d nurtured while still on Cadiz. That had been a bright, gleaming thing, reflective like a moon in the sky. Harmless, but without its own warmth.

“We are not responsible for what cruel masters enact in our name.”

“We are not responsible for what cruel masters enact in our name.”