A Tempest of Tea (Blood and Tea, #1)

by Hafsah Faizal

She was a woman in a man’s world, where every slight was a sledgehammer,

Colonists, they called themselves. The Ceylani didn’t have a word for that yet because they’d never faced people like that before: kind on the outside, greed and devilry on the inside.

she taught him the secret to survival. It wasn’t food or a warm place to huddle every night. It wasn’t coin or clean water. It was preoccupation.

“How did you find such confidence?” he asked. “Finding it suggests I had no part in its making.”

“What is a monster if not a man pushed to the brink?”

parents could stop loving their children and tire of them the way someone tired of a pair of shoes.