Woven in Moonlight (Woven in Moonlight, #1)

by Isabel Ibañez

The room doesn’t feel big enough for my frustration.

I love the song of the city.

Everything always seems sweeter in the minutes before darkness descends.

“I didn’t create the system—I was born into it,” I say at last. It feels like a fair thing to say.

His face seems to be at war.

Catalina says that people are like books. Some you want to read and enjoy; some you hate before you’ve even read a word.

“A way of life we were never invited to share. A way of life that damaged us. One where we were forced to work beneath you, rather than alongside. Your queen created misery but had the nerve to call it peace.

It’s easier to focus on what we lost and what they gained. Beyond that, anything else makes the solid ground I’m standing on wobble.

I won’t marry him, even if the throat I cut is my own.