The Empress of Salt and Fortune (The Singing Hills Cycle, #1)

by Nghi Vo

If it was a monster of some kind, it was a monster that watched over me, and, at the very least, it had not devoured me yet.

I felt a chilly wind ruffle my hair. When I glanced up, it struck me that the leaves were browning at the edges, withering a little even as I looked.

“Angry mothers raise daughters fierce enough to fight wolves. I am not worried for her in the least.”