A Psalm of Storms and Silence (A Song of Wraiths and Ruin, #2)

by Roseanne A. Brown

as he thrashed against the binding that held him tight to the tree at the center of the grove.

This man is really Inyuasha

Really, Malik? Four blows and you’re already down?

Lol what do they expect? There was never a training arc, why they expect this man to just know how to fight for no reason?

No one had ever looked at him like that, as if his very presence made their world better. He doubted anyone ever would.

Same, Malik, same

In the last week alone, you’ve faced down both monsters and gods, yet the mere thought of speaking before a crowd triggers your body’s death response.

An accurate description of me in grad school

“There are going to be some growing pains, but this low moment we’re in is only that—a moment. We’re going to be all right.”

“And this one is orange blossoms, orchids, and lost love!”

No one risked their lives for broken girls with venom on their tongues.

No one mourned the girls who stomped lion-footed through the world, who projected strength to hide hearts more shattered than whole.

“Love shouldn’t look like control.”

Yes, she’d never been the kind of girl people saved—and that was why she had learned to save herself. Every time she’d looked for a savior and hadn’t found one, she’d become her own.