The Prison Healer (The Prison Healer, #1)

by Lynette Noni

“It helps if you have something to live for. To fight for. It grounds you, gives you a reason to get up every morning. It gives you a reason to want to survive. And sometimes, it’s the wanting that makes all the difference. Because once you give up in here”—she pointed to her heart—“then you’re already as good as dead.”

the Rebel Queen wanted revenge for all that had been taken from her. For all that she’d lost. For the kingdom and its power that should have been hers at birth.

the smallest spark can cause a flame,

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

Ballsy tho i guess now we watch her pass all 4 trials

with anyone other than the guards that she

he had just made a request of a guard that sounded close to being a command.

I know these two are part of tHe big plan to escape

Kiva rarely saw Jaren without Naari,

And so, the healer and the guard worked side by side into the night, the balance of power between them blurring—and perhaps, as Kiva was beginning to realize, fading entirely.

Naari, however, looked about a second away from shaking an explanation out of him.

Hes definitely someone very important

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

“I value everything you say, Kiva.”

So you’re right, you don’t need me fighting your battles.” He moved a step closer, his tone husky as he finished, “But . . . if you’ll let me, I’d like to be standing beside you as you fight them.”

“But things happen in life that you don’t expect, that you can’t plan for and you’re helpless to stop. Their story didn’t end as it should have. But I know for a fact that they’d live it all over again, even the ending, as long as it meant they could keep their beginning.” But, Papa, the endings are the best part.

Sometimes, sweetheart. But other times, the beginnings are.

Hope was a drug, and Kiva an addict. She couldn’t keep believing, couldn’t keep trusting, couldn’t keep hoping.

she couldn’t keep waiting for help to come. Instead, Kiva would save herself. Just as she had for the last ten years.

She’d never held much of an interest in art, but looking at him now, her fingers itched for some paint, for some charcoal, for anything that could capture his near-perfect angles.

“Never apologize for loving someone. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.”

The prisoners weren’t catching an illness. They were being given one.

I found a reason to stay.”

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

“Give ’im a good life, yeah? Yeh both deserve to find ’appiness.”

Mother is dead. I’m on my way to Vallenia. It’s time to reclaim our kingdom. And as Kiva combed her fingers through Tipp’s hair, the boy still fast asleep on her lap, she glanced up to meet Jaren’s blue-gold eyes once more, his gaze impossibly soft. She smiled shyly back, offering no indication as to who he was leading to his city . . . who he was welcoming into his home. Kiva Meridan. Born as Kiva Corentine. The Rebel Queen may have perished at Zalindov, but her daughter was alive and well, and free of Zalindov after ten long years. The Rebel Princess was finally ready to rise.