The Hundredth Queen (The Hundredth Queen, #1)

by Emily R. King

Snowy mountains tear into the ashen sky, their jagged peaks pearly, like wolverine fangs. Cold winds sting my bare cheeks and exposed hands. The frosty temple courtyard is barren of the other daughters and sisters who reside here.

Snowy mountains tear into the ashen sky, their jagged peaks pearly, like wolverine fangs. Cold winds sting my bare cheeks and exposed hands. The frosty temple courtyard is barren of the other daughters and sisters who reside here. wow too much

I must have done something tremendous in my past lives for the gods to reward me with a friend like her. She will stay out in the cold as long as I ask, exposed to the Alpana Mountains’ wintry moods. I

I must have done something tremendous in my past lives for the gods to reward me with a friend like her. She will stay out in the cold as long as I ask, exposed to the Alpana Mountains’ wintry moods. I damn be a better friend

By wagons, she means visitors—or, more specifically, men. I listen harder to the sounds of their approach. Many mysteries surround our gender counterparts,

By wagons, she means visitors—or, more specifically, men. I listen harder to the sounds of their approach. Many mysteries surround our gender counterparts, ohhon.jpeg

The tower door has been locked since, and Priestess Mita’s trust in me has been stowed away with the key.

The tower door has been locked since, and Priestess Mita’s trust in me has been stowed away with the key. yeah you snuck into a restricted area

Like all Sisterhood temples of the Parijana faith, it operates solely on monetary endowments from benefactors. But the benefactors’ generosity is not without cost. They can travel to any Sisterhood temple and claim a ward—to be their servant, courtesan, or wife.

Like all Sisterhood temples of the Parijana faith, it operates solely on monetary endowments from benefactors. But the benefactors’ generosity is not without cost. They can travel to any Sisterhood temple and claim a ward—to be their servant, courtesan, or wife. grooooooooooosssss

I would rather stay in Samiya and serve the gods than leave and serve a man.

I would rather stay in Samiya and serve the gods than leave and serve a man. 10 secs ago she was so fascinated by them

“A benefactor has arrived for a Claiming!” Most of the girls, even those too young to be a recipient of this rite, gasp with delight. Priestess Mita allows the outburst, smiling proudly.

“A benefactor has arrived for a Claiming!” Most of the girls, even those too young to be a recipient of this rite, gasp with delight. Priestess Mita allows the outburst, smiling proudly. double gross

I seek out Jaya’s hand beneath the table and clasp her chilly fingers in mine.

I seek out Jaya’s hand beneath the table and clasp her chilly fingers in mine. oh please be gay

I look askance at Natesa smirking. Everyone knows that she wants to leave the temple and become the wife of a benefactor. If she had a choice, she would fight against the weakest girl to increase the appearance of her own skill, and it is no secret that I am the weakest girl.

I look askance at Natesa smirking. Everyone knows that she wants to leave the temple and become the wife of a benefactor. If she had a choice, she would fight against the weakest girl to increase the appearance of her own skill, and it is no secret that I am the weakest girl. internalized misogony, anyone?

She sets aside her watering can and stands behind me, stroking her fingers through my hair. She considers my sketch. This is how we first met.

She sets aside her watering can and stands behind me, stroking her fingers through my hair. She considers my sketch. This is how we first met. gay?

Jaya picks up my other sketchbook and flips through finished drawings: portraits of her,

Jaya picks up my other sketchbook and flips through finished drawings: portraits of her, seriously tho

I am enthralled by the hard, angled lines of his rugged facial features, so like the formidable Alpana Mountains. In my drawing, a sarong covers his thighs. His hairless, bare chest is flat and wide, like a valley, and his lean legs are strong, like a river.

I am enthralled by the hard, angled lines of his rugged facial features, so like the formidable Alpana Mountains. In my drawing, a sarong covers his thighs. His hairless, bare chest is flat and wide, like a valley, and his lean legs are strong, like a river. ok so bi

“What if I am claimed?” I open my mouth to tell her not to worry, but Jaya is not gawky and whip-thin like me. She is petite and lovely. Looking at her, I understand her anxiety. I cannot imagine anyone passing her over.

“What if I am claimed?” I open my mouth to tell her not to worry, but Jaya is not gawky and whip-thin like me. She is petite and lovely. Looking at her, I understand her anxiety. I cannot imagine anyone passing her over. deffo bi

Jaya rests her head on my shoulder and takes my hand. We weave our fingers together, clamping our palms close.

Jaya rests her head on my shoulder and takes my hand. We weave our fingers together, clamping our palms close. i ship it

and the sisters teach that men are our masters and protectors.

and the sisters teach that men are our masters and protectors. barf

I doubt that he would believe that above all else, I wanted to see a man’s face.

I doubt that he would believe that above all else, I wanted to see a man’s face. my bb bi

“You cut Natesa the same way she cut Jaya. You have to make peace with what you did.” “She scarred Jaya on purpose!” “And what you did was so different?” Healer Baka asks gently. “Making peace is not for her. It is for you.”

“You cut Natesa the same way she cut Jaya. You have to make peace with what you did.” “She scarred Jaya on purpose!” “And what you did was so different?” Healer Baka asks gently. “Making peace is not for her. It is for you.” ooooh yes