“During the journey to the Midwifery, as she sat alone in the carriage, Crier came to a conclusion. Even after everything that had happened, after what Ayla had tried to do. Crier still loved her. Maybe she had loved she ever since the moment Ayla had saved her life on the cliff so many weeks ago.
Crier had been Designed. Crier was Made. But in the moment Ayla first touched her, Crier had learned what it felt like to be born.”


Holy hell. So i’m not a big fan of books with heavy politics, but this..there was almost like tension with it. They’re fighting on opposite sides of what is turning into a war, and they love one another so much that it’s painful. They have me mentally kicking and screaming.