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

by Carissa Broadbent

“Good luck.” A bitter smile twisted the edges of my mouth. “I do this so I don’t need luck.” “I can’t decide if that response is charming or terrifying.”

“I named it,” Via said. “Il’Sahaj.” “Il’Sahaj?” “It’s Besrithian. It means, ‘blade of no worlds’ or ‘blade of all worlds.’”

“Men want power because it makes them feel good. Women want power because it lets us do things.

Many people do terrible things. But we can either eat our anger and make it fuel us or we can let it eat us alive.

“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?”

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.