Her Name Is Knight (Nena Knight, #1)

by Yasmin Angoe

Memory is both a gift and a curse.

Before I became Echo, before I was Nena, I was Aninyeh. And this is my story, my recounting.

Papa believing a man like Paul would take no for an answer was a gross miscalculation—the first mistake I have ever known my father to make. Nothing between them was over. Not then. Not now.

There is only your before and your after. How many times have my brothers and I heard this and not known what Papa had meant? It is what you do after that matters.

My family died honorably. They gave their lives for me, for me to live this damnable life as someone’s mewling pet. No, this cannot be what their deaths end up meaning. I, in this place, cannot be the legacy of the Asyms of N’nkakuwe.

You are the survivor. The one. The queen among knights.”

To an outsider, the village would resemble a lost civilization from thousands of years ago, instead of less than two decades. To Nena, it was the place of her birth and the burial grounds of a lifetime.

Because she was Nena Knight. She had shaped her after. She had made it her now. And most of all, she had learned to cherish every memory she had.