A ​Sky Beyond the Storm (An Ember in the Ashes, #4)

by Sabaa Tahir

“Do not listen to them,” he says. “They want to break the chain. They want to fall upon each of you, tear you away and consume your minds. Do not let them. Fight.” “I can’t,” I whisper. “I—” “You can. It is who you are. It is what you do best.” It is what I do best. Because I am strong, and I dig for that strength now. I watched my family bleed out at my feet and I fought for my people and faced a horde of Karkauns alone on a hill of dead bodies. I am a fighter. I am the Blood Shrike. You are a child. I am the Blood Shrike. You are weak. I am the Blood Shrike. You are nothing. “I am the Blood Shrike!” I scream, and the words echo back to me, not in my own voice but in my father’s and my mother’s, in Hannah’s and in the voices of all those lost at Antium.