Gearbreakers (Gearbreakers, #1)

by Zoe Hana Mikuta

To the reckless, lovestruck kids. (The former may be lethal, but the latter makes it worth it.)

It makes sense that, when the times were desperate enough, when the people were frenzied enough, at a certain point we went past praying to deities and started to build them instead.

This has always been the way of the world: Some are born with luck, and the rest scramble to survive whatever the lucky ones might do with it.

It was a completely new kind of warfare—it is a completely new scale of destruction, when people find divinity in bloodshed.

I am not sure if it is just the fact that she had the ability to obliterate a Valkyrie singlehandedly, or the audacity to attack a Pilot in front of twenty of his comrades with a smile pricking her lips, or that she is the first Gearbreaker I have ever laid eyes on and therefore represents every particle of destruction that I wish to embody—but she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

I do not care enough to tell him that one, boys have never been my interest, and two, I am planning to burn his nation to the ground.

BAHA

“You don’t have to be good. You just have to be better than the bad you’ve done.”