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.”

“There are many places the sun does not reach, and darkness can be a balm to those who belong to the night.”

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.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you, Gideon?” I growl, as K’aahanáanii rolls through my veins. “I’m the crazy one in the girl gang.” I pull the trigger.

“No! 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!”