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

by Carissa Broadbent

“I’m inviting you inside, but only because if I let you freeze out here, I’d have to relinquish my moral superiority.”

I didn’t make myself all of these terrible things — a whore, a killer, a traitor — just to be ignored and discarded before it could be worth something.

“Max.” Nothing moved but his eyes, which flicked to me. “Hm?” “What is it that you want? In life.” Only a very brief pause, and then he muttered, “Mostly, I just want everyone to leave me alone.”

Now, for the first time, I realized the breadth of the gaping absence we would leave in each other. That, at least, he would leave in me.

“will you look back at this as the beginning of your downfall?”

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

White walls. Golden hair. Bright eyes and champagne feathers.

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.