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592 pages, Hardcover
First published January 19, 2021
We Hunt The Flame (#1) ★★★★★
It was easy to believe that anyone who did not speak of suffering did not suffer.
I think I need days to process it. But then also I won't be able to do justice to this book.
The beginning was very sad. I was just waiting for the sun to hide behind clouds and it would have been officially a very sad, grey day. I would have sat by window and looked out, trying to channel inner disney princess but failing(because I have the grace of a frog). But wait. THE BOOK IS WORTH IT. Every ounce of sadness is justified
“Your turn. What color do you like most?”
“You,” he said, so softly it was only sound.
The intensity of his gaze stole the air from her lungs. She shook her head. “That—”
“Every color that makes you.”
The breeze toyed with her hair, and he wanted to tuck the wayward strands behind her ear. His fingers closed into a fist.
“It feels as if I haven’t breathed since you fell,” he said finally.
“You are to wear an abaya!” the shorter one said, her eyes streaked with kohl. The other nodded enthusiastically. The curtains stirred, the near-evening breeze joining the excitement.
“Am I?” Zafira asked dryly. “I was afraid I’d have to go naked.”
Kifah cast him a sidelong glance. “Did you just put me in a position above yours? You do know a qa’id commands a general, yes?”
Altair grinned, and Kifah groaned before he even opened his mouth.
“I have no qualms about putting women above me.”
He crouched. “If you tell me, little one, I’ll ask the kitchens for an extra piece of kanafah just for you.”
She lifted an eyebrow at him. “I’m fourteen, and I can weave a needle through your remaining eyelid.”
Do you still think I look dashing?”
Nasir tamped down a smile when Kifah gave Altair a look. “I never thought you looked dashing.”
“He’s the crown prince.” Lana sniffed, offended on behalf of a fool she didn’t even know.
“Crown prince my—”
“We’re a zumra. We hunted the flame together, found the light in the darkness, but we were far from done, laa? Now we unleash it. We free the stars, shatter the darkness holding us captive, and return the world to the splendor it once was.”
“Please,” he whispered and begged. His compass. His queen. His life. “Don’t go.”
”Habibi. Hayati. Roohi.
My love, my life, my soul.”