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340 pages, Paperback
First published December 9, 2014
To me, war used to be merely words in books. I read about fighting and death, but I had no context. Living with General Dagon in my head had taught me that war wasn’t powerful words used to convey conflict, but it was something else far more frightening, far more deadly. I was an unwilling passenger with the General to the battlefield.
I clasped my left hand over my mouth. The sensation was nauseating. The way he used me was such a violation of my free will that I couldn’t stomach the idea of letting him speak again.
Know thyself and thy enemy. If you do, you should not fear any battle you encounter with them. If you only know yourself, for every battle you have won, you have also lost. If you do not know yourself or your foe, you will suffer defeat every single time.
I'd thought about it for a long time as I'd fought the General. No matter how afraid I was, I had to go back. Revenge fed me now. For waht he did to me, to Quinn's brother, to everyone. I hat to take out the general und use his position to help the Water Bearers like Zoe. The General didn't trust me, but I still had to try.
To me, war used to be merely words in books. I read about fighting and death, but I nad no context. Living with General Dagon in my head had taught me that war wasn't powerful words used to convey conflict, but it was something else far more frightening, far more deadly. I was an unwilling passenger with the General to the battlefield. I had to watch as he was shot in the shoulder and as he killed so many peoply with remorese. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine seeing his fleeing targets. I could taste their terror as their lives ended.
His troops stormed the Resistance base and the Guild's enemies fell with ease.
"To reach the end, sometimes you must go back to the beginning."
"Congratulations are in order, Tate. You've passed the test."When her and Zoe both pass the test, they're introduced to the luxury of the rich.
"Don't cry," he said softly. "You're not alone."
She traced her dark-purple fingernails along the sensitive skin on my wrist. Goosebumps formed where she touched me...
...Her lips, which had formed a straight line, now offered a chilling smile. "My dear, you are a prize. I hope you're not snatched away before I have a chance to bid on you."
Bid on me? My swallow got stuck in my throat. I fought to take in a breath as my chest constricted. "What are you saying?"
"Congratulations are in order, Tate. You've passed the test."