We Hunt the Flame (Sands of Arawiya, #1)

by Hafsah Faizal

Love is for children, said the girl. Death is for fools, said the shadow. Darkness is my destiny, said the boy. Allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle. Suffering is our fate, said the beauty. And they were all horribly wrong.

For in a caliphate where a woman’s actions were always in danger of being turned against her, there was nothing easy about pretending to be a man. Not when she had the curves of a woman, and the voice and gait of one, too.

starting to think mother was right ab this one

To trust in its wickedness was to court a tortured death.

Damn this is already blowing me away

He climbed a stack of aging crates and leaped from awning to awning of the surrounding structures, balancing on jutting stones,

Parkor assasin

His fitted sleeves ended in the supple leather of his gauntlets, blades tucked beneath the folds. The traditional gray sash across his middle was shrouded by a broad leather

I can already imagine the fan artcand cosplays

Not the time for memories, mutt.

Who calls themself a mutt???

He flinched at the echo of his father’s voice

Oh?

Monsters bore no duty to the innocent.

Arguable and debatable in many bways

There was a hitch in the man’s breath when the metal touched his skin. One last spike of emotion before Nasir shifted his arm and blood oozed free.

This feels so calm nearly domestic in nature. Especially Compared to how on page deaths are usually handled

he was not Nasir Ghameq, crown prince of Arawiya, no. He was the purger of life. The Prince of Death.

APRINCE???

Safin rarely died without a blade to their throats.

Wait what??