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.

a person without hope was a body without a soul.

Hope was as much a disease as love was.

We hunt the flame, the light in the darkness, the good this world deserves.

In this moment, we are two souls, marooned. That was life, wasn’t it? A collection of moments, a menagerie of people. Everyone stranded everywhere, always.

Men can be such beautiful trash,

A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.”

All right’ is when you’re bleeding black but it’s not as bad as bleeding red. When the world crashes but you’re not alone when it does. When the darkness is absolute but you hunt down the smallest flame and coax it brighter. When you carve the good out of every bad and claim it a victory.”