We Hunt the Flame (Sands of Arawiya, #1)

by Hafsah Faizal

Deen had fallen in the depthless between. He was a ghost of the living, a prisoner who roamed free.

Darkness wrapped a suffocating cloak around him.

“There is a certain beauty in chaos, magnificence in the uncontrollable.”

Was it beyond them? Who decides what’s out of reach, if not we ourselves?

Nasir smiled back.

“Do you even know what it feels like to have a man breathing down your neck?”

“Any closer and I’d have to close my eyes,” Altair remarked in a loud whisper. And the prince had the nerve to grin.

To define is to limit.

Knowledge without action is vanity, but action without knowledge is insanity.”

Men can be such beautiful trash

“A monster. For a monster will always be enslaved to a master.”

“The first step to getting anywhere is believing you can,

“We’re so quick to dismiss the sentiment as weak, but hearts beat for love, don’t they? A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.”