Devin Madson

In the midst of a burgeoning war, a warrior, an assassin, and a princess chase their own ambitions no matter the cost in Devin Madson's visceral, emotionally charged debut. War built the Kisian Empire. War will tear it down. Seventeen years after rebels stormed the streets, factions divide Kisia. Only the firm hand of the god-emperor holds the empire together. But when a shocking betrayal destroys a tense alliance with neighboring Chiltae, all that has been won comes crashing down. In Kisia, Princess Miko Ts'ai is a prisoner in her own castle. She dreams of claiming her empire, but the path to power could rip it, and her family, asunder. In Chiltae, assassin Cassandra Marius is plagued by the voices of the dead. Desperate, she accepts a contract that promises to reward her with a cure if she helps an empire fall. And on the border between nations, Captain Rah e'Torin and his warriors are exiles forced to fight in a foreign war or die. As an empire dies, three warriors will rise. They will have to ride the storm or drown in its blood. The Reborn EmpireWe Ride the Storm For more from Devin Madson, check out: The Vengeance TrilogyThe Blood of WhisperersThe Gods of ViceThe Grave at Storm's End

We Ride the Storm

Amira BEN

“If only you had been born a boy, Your Highness, we might have been having quite a different conversation.”

“Lesson number four. Sometimes those who seek to help you are the worst enemies of all.”

“Do not make assumptions about things you know nothing about. An emperor serves his people. The day the people serve the emperor is the day the empire falls. Remember that, Miko, if nothing else. War profits no peasant”

“Some people fight all their lives only to die choking on a bean.”

“You can become something close to divine. But even that power will never save you from the bean”

“Terrible things happen in war, young prince. If you want atrocities, I could name you many committed by both sides.”

A man to his horse 🥺 the kind of friendship I’m rooting for to death 

Jinso awaited me in the pens, heart leapt at the sight of him whole and healthy. His coat had not been brushed nor his saddle and the braiding in his irretrievable mess, he bent his head to mine. I let out a long breath, running my hand down his neck and drinking in his warmth and his scent. A yearning for home but I swallowed it down and unstrapped his saddle, intent on checking him over before we rode out. 

“Don't worry,” I said to Jinso as I checked him for sores. “I will never let anyone take you from me again.”

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