Daughter of No Worlds (The War of Lost Hearts, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

“I see you, Max. You are no great question.”

“And who the hell are we,” he finally said, voice low and thick, “to carry something so precious?”

Look. Look at everything you failed to destroy. Look at what your cruelty created.

“I told you that together we would find a way to do this, and I meant it. But I stand with you until the end. You, Tisaanah. If you wanted to run, I swear we’d find a way out. And if it all goes up in flames, I’ll burn right beside you and it will still be the best thing I—”

If you can do it, I can do it. I choked out, “You can do it even if I can’t.”

“It’s easy to die for someone,” I said, “but it is so much more valuable to live. I do not give you permission to fail if I fail. Do you understand me?” When he didn’t answer, I pressed, “Do you understand?”

My name is Tisaanah. I am a free woman and yet still a slave. I am fragments of many things but a whole of only myself. I am a daughter of no worlds, and all worlds. And I am not done yet.