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

by Carissa Broadbent

That voice. It was, in that moment, the most beautiful thing the young man had ever heard.

“What are my reservations? You bring me a Fragmented Valtain who’s practically geriatric and ask me what my reservations are?”

“I hope that whoever did that to you died a terrible, painful death,” he said at last, words hissing like steam. “And I hope that if there is an underworld, they suffer there forever.”

It was amazing, the mental somersaults minds and hearts could do to justify their actions in the name of love.

The real gift was not the necklace. The gift was a home to come back to.

“I find myself curious. Do you think of her the way she thinks of you?”

{What a beautiful broken butterfly you are.}

My last thought, as sleep took me, was that I wouldn’t mind at all if I was tethered to his harbor forever.

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.