Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

There is something violent, almost ugly, in the satisfying of a craving you’ve buried so deep in yourself you forgot it was there.

All of this, in a few words, like a delicate flower plucked from the earth and offered. For me to cradle in my hands or crush under my heel, as I choose.

The role of a leader is to recognize talent when you see it.

The true gift of freedom is to act with this civility.