A Day of Fallen Night (The Roots of Chaos #0.1)

by Samantha Shannon

A moment later, Esbar was on her back, and Tunuva was astride her, pointing the spear at her throat. Esbar laughed, chest heaving. ‘Sometimes I forget how good you are,’ she said. ‘Hm.’ Tunuva kissed her. ‘And then I remind you.’