Furysong (The Aurelian Cycle, #3)

by Rosaria Munda

I told myself for a while, cornered and in desperation, that climb I must. But now I remember I was never supposed to climb. The way was always for Annie, for the first lowborn Firstrider of Callipolis, who now flees routed, hunted, and condemned by the regime her people died to overthrow. The light was always meant to shine for her.