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

by Carissa Broadbent

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

“I can only control myself. That’s all. No one has any responsibility to me.”

I felt hungry. I felt ravenous. Powerful, like my blood was boiling in my veins.

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

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.