The Ippos King (Wraith Kings, #3)

by Grace Draven

“I’m not sure I’d know what to do with a hair ribbon,” Anhuset finally said, addressing the stars above them. “Probably strangle someone with it.”

“Sometimes I think we stand easier under the yoke of our own sacrifices than we do under the yoke of someone else’s.”

Madness, he thought, wasn't born out of fear; it was born out of boredom.

“We live for those we love,” she told him in bast-Kai. “We die for those we love. This is a privilege, Serovek, not a sacrifice.”