The Oleander Sword (The Burning Kingdoms, #2)

by Tasha Suri

It was deep, dark night when an Aloran messenger arrived with a message from Ahiranya. It was worn from travel, dust-stained, and had clearly passed through many hands. It did not have Malini’s name on it, but she knew at once that it held Priya’s words. Priya’s voice. I miss you, the letter said. Artless words. She could feel Priya in them, and it made her heart bloom with helpless fondness. Such grand stories you know now! Where did you discover them? Did you seek them out? I don’t know if I will ever have your answer. Maybe it’s enough to wonder. Maybe that’s what you want, for me to think of you. There is so much I wish I could tell you. But I have no head for poetry, though I’ve met it from time to time. I will say only this. I made you a promise once. Say my name, and though it makes me a fool—and I know it does—I’ll find my way. I’ll come.