Extraits

"Ne crains pas ce que le soleil couchant peut apporter. Là où il y a un soleil couchant, il y en a aussi un qui se lève."

Why would such a girl have cause to hate Khalid with such fire?

The fire of a rising sun.

Even before he whirled away from the dais, Khalid knew he had to discover why.

Though it might cost him what little remained of his sanity.

He would learn the truth.

Her hair was long and dark. Unruly. The damask of her mantle gleamed in flashes of silver and gold. As she walked, the fabric unfurled around her like wings.

As she drew closer, Khalid realized he might have been mistaken.

For this girl was anything but delicate. Her fists were tight at her sides. Her head, high. Proud.

Her eyes did not waver. They pierced through him like arrows.

Arrows dipped in honey and poison.

As she moved closer, Khalid realized just how mistaken he had been.

She was indeed small of stature. But not a girl to be dismissed. Not at all.

He was good at that. Good at robbing the world of light, even in its barest measure.

"Le sang engendre le sang."