Fireborne (The Aurelian Cycle, #1)

by Rosaria Munda

I want to be the one responding to their attacks and retreats, to feel the intoxication that comes from sparring with someone who pushes you to fly your best, your most daring, your hardest.

It’s strange how you can fight your way to a door, even through it, without thinking about what lies on the other side.

“You, my dear,” the man says, squeezing my arm, “are the light of the nation. This is what we once only dared to dream of.”