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489 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 2022
"Who was this spoiled, privileged girl, who'd grown up behind gilded walls, to lecture her? Who was Aramis to judge Ranka, when her very existence was only possible because of everything Witchik had lost?"
"This land, this people, this girl, they were all so different from the world she’d always known—but the pain was the same. Ranka didn’t know why that was a comfort—that she could cross the world, and meet someone with the same wounds."
"...two opposite images; the northern warrior, a wall of muscle and scars, and the delicate princess, who wielded her indifference like a blade, and carried secrets in her ink-stained fingers."
(Context: The main character is discussing how her magic works as a blood witch) "Her vision was the first to go—the colors melting away, rendering the world in burning gray. The power rushed in like adrenaline tenfold; her nails sharpened to points, and her muscles swelled. Her hearing sharpened [...] She could break bone with her bare hands and run for miles without growing winded.
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But with it came a hunger only be satiated by taking a life. And it seemed like every time she killed, the gaps of relief grew smaller. With it came the death sentence that was blood-magic."