Storm of Locusts (The Sixth World, #2)

by Rebecca Roanhorse

“Men like him can’t be happy with living. They got to be praying for the end of the world. They thrive on death. Convince weaker men that only they can save them, but it’s all bullshit. Don’t trust those death-dealers, no matter how sweet their words. They only want to die and take you down with them.”

“You know much of want, Battle Child. Careful it is not your undoing.”

I don’t want to hear this, but I know I have to. I know this is my burden too.