The Oleander Sword (The Burning Kingdoms, #2)

by Tasha Suri

It was a voice made for mantras, for song, for guidance. For pouring faith, like wine, into the cup of a waiting heart.

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Ink, it seemed, was not enough to weigh the heart of a man.

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You are like ink, Malini thought helplessly. Ink, and all I want is to make poetry of you.

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made her to want to wither.

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If you are told your whole life that your greatest worth is as a sacrifice, inevitably there must come a day when you believe it.