" I tear strips of cloth off my shirt and wrap my feet. I have only what I fell asleep with — my fatigues and my dagger. I'm suddenly, fervently grateful that I was too exhausted from combat training to strip before sleeping. Traveling the Great Wastes naked — that would be its own special sort of hell. "

― Sabaa Tahir , An Ember in the Ashes (An Ember in the Ashes, #1)