Storm of Locusts (The Sixth World, #2)

by Rebecca Roanhorse

What I need more than anything is a fresh start. I’m tired of carrying around old ghosts.

We stare at each other, and even though I’ve faced down gods and monsters, I’ve got nothing on a stubborn, grieving, and annoyingly righteous teenager.

when something is part of your identity for so long, even if it’s not a good thing, it’s hard to let it go. Even if maybe you should.”

Free is lonely. Free is having no one who cares for you, no one who will sacrifice their own lives to protect you. Free is no one having your back even when you’re a solid bitch. I don’t want that kind of free!”