Hafsah Faizal

His mother used to say that a person without hope was a body without a soul.

She no longer had a tongue, and it was because of him that she did not

The Hunter is a da’ira. A compass. Hunting in the Arz is hard enough, but finding one’s way back successfully for five years? There is magic at play. A da’ira is one of the rarer affinities. He has only to set his mind to an object, and he will be led to it

Zafira. The moon never fears the night. The gazelle doesn’t fear the unknown. Why must you, Huntress

The beauty that withstands all. Stubborn in the harshest of atmospheres

A life with magic means nothing to me if you aren’t in it

To my mother, for shaping my heart, and my father, for hardening it to steel

Love is for children, said the girl.

Death is for fools, said the shadow.

Darkness is my destiny, said the boy.

Allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle.

Suffering is our fate, said the beauty.

And they were all horribly wrong

Love makes men weak.

The living can’t survive with promises to the dead