The Empire of Gold (The Daevabad Trilogy, #3)

by S.A. Chakraborty

“I do not believe ambitious men who say the only route to peace and prosperity lies in giving them more power—particularly when they do it with lands and people who are not theirs. And those Europeans will be back. People do not cross a sea to fight without expecting some return on their investment.”

From the time Alizayd al Qahtani was very small, he’d been blessed with the peculiar ability to instantly wake up.

This . . . this tangle of tenderness and longing, of sheer terror and unexpected light, the certainty that he could have blissfully spent the rest of his life

with her hand brushing his wrist as they perused books and argued about food in a Cairo ruin, the sensation like he’d been shoved off a cliff each time she grinned . . . Ali didn’t know how to fight that.