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“You’re a girl.”
Her. The Hunter was a girl.
There was nothing more respectable and dangerous than a woman of confidence.
“Zafira means ‘victorious.’”
“So does Nasir, the name of our beloved crown prince. You see, Huntress, I know a thing or two about names.”
I’ve always known where I was going.”
she heard nothing at all and swiveled to see them right at her heels, deathly silent. So the earlier shuffling was a ruse.
“Depends on the slant of light.”
but she didn’t need a man to tell her what to do. That much he knew.
“I’ve defied the odds long enough to know I won’t die for blaspheming a prince.”
“If you want me obedient, Prince, kill me and carry my corpse.”
Nasir hadn’t looked through his own eyes in a very long time.
Your affinity itself is what allowed you to return time and time again.”
“A da’ira.”
“You are the compass in the storm, the guide in the dark. You will always find your way, Zafira bint Iskandar.”
A compass.
“Do you even know what it feels like to have a man breathing down your neck?”
“What makes you think she needs protecting?”
She had never loved Deen the way Deen had wanted her to.
He needed her. They all did. She didn’t need them.
the traitorous ring settling on his heart,
A miragi. An illusionist
We hunt the flame, the light in the darkness, the good this world deserves.
hope is not lost.”
the weight familiar and foreign at once.
I once loved.
Men can be such beautiful trash,
What was Zafira bint Iskandar, if not the Hunter?
But the safi did not understand that freedom was sometimes a burden of its own.
No, there was nothing for Nasir after Sharr. Nothing but tears and corpses and the next bleak sunrise.
“There’s no greater curse than memory,”
“Monsters cannot become men,”
That does not mean I cannot love a monster.
pockets leaden with misfortune.
“But your friends—laa, exploiters—cannot find you.”
“Should your lover come, azizi, I will tear the flesh from his limbs. I will cut him to pieces and feed him to the flames.”
I created something from nothing.
To watch a loved one suffer.
Rage that she was suffering as he had. Rage that she was in pain.
That wild gleam he had come to love.
“Zafira,” he said gently, unable to savor this moment of whispering her name aloud for the first time.
“Or was it I who did that?
A turban that had obscured the elongated points of his ears.
“Peace unto you, little brother,” said Altair.
She fell and Nasir caught her. Held her. Feared her. Wished like a fool. And then— In the absolute darkness, a veil lifted and Nasir, despite his pain, could finally see.
“I don’t need it anymore,
“Then who am I?”
There’s no Lion controlling me. I became this.”
“I’ve never seen a face more open,”
A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.”
