Bloodwitch (The Witchlands, #3)

by Susan Dennard

“Always so brave, our Prince Merik. Always so holy. But remember: the holiest have the farthest to fall.”

Share the glory, share the blame.

One should not need credit, Jana always used to say, so long as the job gets done.

“How is it,” Stix asked, “that men always seem to claim victory over the triumphs earned by women?”

Iseult was also convinced that even Safi, who had an actual knack for handling little ones, would call this child a “thrice-damned demon from beyond the hell-gates.”

Then he sank into a bow, deep and true. “I am yours to command, my Queen.” Chills trembled down Vivia’s arms at those words.

Omgosh I just teared up a little.