Mothers torn from their children. Love being used like a weapon. Ganam had joined a rebellion to save his country from this. And here it was. So it went. That was life. More of the same, in an endless, grinding cycle. But he felt the same anger hardening inside him that he’d felt years ago, when he’d vowed to risk his life for a better world. He wasn’t going to allow this. “We’ll get her back, Khalida,” he promised her. “We’ll get the little one safe. You wait and see. That’s my promise. No matter how long it takes, we’ll see it done.”
Someone has to be the first to scream NO GODS NO MASTERS on this world
