The City of Brass (The Daevabad Trilogy, #1)

by S.A. Chakraborty

get your soul snapped up by a demon if you’re not more careful.”

You’ve no family, no husband to stand up for you, to protect you . . .

But its eyes were a horrifying, pestilent wreck of writhing maggots.

fell to the top of his shoulders, framing a sharply handsome face with long-lashed eyes and heavy brows. A black tattoo marked his left temple, a single arrow crossed over a stylized wing. His skin was unlined, but there was something ageless about his jewel-bright gaze. He might have been thirty or a hundred and thirty.

“Every dialect. I can understand, and respond to, any tongue spoken to me.”

“Vengeance?” Dara’s eyes flashed, smoke curling out from under his collar. “Zaydi al Qahtani slaughtered every last Daeva man, woman, and child when he took the city. My family was in that city. My sister wasn’t even half your age!” Nahri immediately backed down, seeing the grief in his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t . . .” But he’d already turned away. He crossed toward their supplies, moving so fast the grass scorched beneath his feet. “I don’t need to listen to this.” He snatched his bag from the ground, slinging his bow and quiver over his shoulder before shooting her a hostile