“With no sense of smell, your memories dropped like pennies out of a ripped pocket, until the past was ashes and your parents were blanks: nothing more than the holes in Swiss cheese.” RomanceGrief In Chains Author:Ilsa J. Bick
“You're not like other Wasps." "Aren't I?" Aagen smiled, but it was a painful smile. "No doubt you've killed my kinsmen by the score." "A few," Salma allowed. "Well, next time you shed my kinden's blood, think on this: we are but men, no less nor more than other men, and we strive and feel joy and fail as men have always done. We live in the darkness that is the birthright of us all, that of hurt and ignorance, only sometimes... sometimes there comes the sun." He let the bowl fall from his fingers to the floor, watching it spin and settle, unbroken.” WarHurtDarknessIgnoranceBirthrightSalme DienGrief In ChainsHere Comes The SunAagenAagen S JoyKindenWasp EmpireWine Bowl Book:Empire in Black and Gold Source: Empire in Black and Gold