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

by Hafsah Faizal

“One gets a taste for blood when you have to lick your own wounds, you see.”

“Can’t make a choice without meeting its consequence.”

It was the first requirement of any good swindle: Make yourself belong.

“I know what it’s like to watch kin die,” he continued, in a voice that reminded her of the sea lapping the shore. Quiet, barely restrained in its resentment. “To be left adrift, a fraction of a whole. To be surrounded by others and no one, at once.

We understand what it’s like to grieve with fire and not tears. What it’s like to do anything for those we love.”