The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi (Amina al-Sirafi, #1)

by Shannon Chakraborty

The punishment for murder and brigandry, for “cutting the sea lanes,” is crucifixion, bisection, and having what’s left of you hung at the city gates.

Gulp

Is this what we pay taxes to support?” I have not, in the entirety of my life, ever paid taxes. Or customs fees. Or fines of any sort (I do pay my zakat and give sadaqah, of course, for the Divine Authority is the only one I respect).

Lmaooooo

“What a strange custom.” Raksh frowned. “But you said your husband was gone. So why not have me in his place?” I blinked. Surely I was not so drunk to have heard that correctly. “Are you proposing to me?” “Is that what it is called?” he asked, looking intrigued. “Sure! I propose to you. With the marrying. Now we can lay together?”

How long has he been on earth dawg

But the tunnel was miserable. We were forced to crawl on our hands and knees and then on our bellies in utter darkness. The rock scraped every patch of exposed skin it could,

Spelunkers

“Dunya al-Hilli.” Falco sat back, his entire demeanor changing. “You did not come because I summoned you.” No shit, asshole.

Lmaooo

Though Dalila had offered a dress that would have fit more comfortably, Dunya had chosen men’s clothing. “Is this how you see yourself?” I asked, nodding to her outfit. When Dunya’s eyes skittered nervously at me,

FUCK HE TRANSGENDER!!!!!!!!