The Prison Healer (The Prison Healer, #1)

by Lynette Noni

jerriberries

That is the stupidest fuckibg name

Her skin was two shades lighter than the blackest black,

what does that mean

“I’m a man. I’m not a p-pig.” “You’re still young,” Kiva returned. “Give it time.”

But given that her pulse hadn’t quite returned to a resting heart rate after merely locking eyes with

Im eyrolling the most massive eyeroll rn

“It’s believed that she’s Tilda Corentine,” the guard said. “The Rebel Queen.”

Oohhhh my god i can't take this

don’t like it.” “I never said I liked it,” Kiva returned. “How do you think it feels to help a man who chopped up his own children and claimed he was selling pork offcuts to his local tavern when it was really human flesh?”

“My name is Kiva Meridan, and I claim her sentence as my own.”

Oh my lord. Let me guess soon ws find out she has some lost magic or is the avatar

perhaps, as Kiva was beginning to realize, fading entirely.

I wang yuri

I can’t

Kiva couldn’t help wondering if maybe Naari did have feelings for Jaren, but her own code of ethics wouldn’t allow her to act on them.

PLEASE BW YURI

People—especially men—could react poorly if they thought their intelligence was being criticized.

. . . if you’ll let me, I’d like to be standing beside you as you fight them.”

Booo

thing ends up getting sick—explain that, healer! Are you telling me you’re still trying to figure out why? ”

Typhoid mary?!

But . . . they were breathing. They were talking. They weren’t drowning.

Dur

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Kiva whispered hoarsely, even as the loud whack, whack, whack of his whip meeting Jaren’s flesh continued echoing in her ears, the memory refusing to fade.

Bruh

And not just any Vallentis. He’s quite taken with you.

I honestky began to douvtf my first tgeory but no i was rightg

“You’re a fool,”

Absolutely

You didn’t deserve to die, and it was within my power to keep you alive. So I did.”

out of these tunnels,”

No shir how lobg has it evrn been

that. Don’t look at me like I’m broken.”

Eugh

“Thank you,” he said in her ear, his voice rough with emotion.

Yall need to go

hate the name Deverick. I always have. My middle name is Jaren—that’s what my friends and family call me.” Pointedly, he said, “That’s what you call me, too.”

Copied mu book

mean it, Kiva. Promise me, Faran said firmly. Promise me that, as long as you’re in here, no matter what, no matter who, you’ll never, ever do it again. And so Kiva had promised. Even when she’d feared her father had become sick like so many others, even when he’d died, she had kept her promise.

Oh my goddd this is so dumb

mind, repeating over and over: Mother is dead. I’m on my way to Vallenia.

Okay

The Rebel Princess was finally ready to rise.

erm