The Lantern's Curse by Hannah King

Many people see and hear the world exactly how it appears. All they see is the outside. I envy them. Their world is quiet compared to mine. It’s small and manageable, clear and simple. But I will never see the world that way. I’m of the Lantern code, which means I’m one of the people with light in my hands. That “light” is a sense, like hearing or seeing is to most people. It’s a sense I wish I could get rid of. In fact, I’d swap my code for anything if it was possible. People believe that once you are born with a specific code, it determines the course of your life forever. But all I have ever wanted is to take my place beside the other fielders and fight with them. I am surrounded by Strongbearers and Swiftfoots, those who are born with codes of uncommon strength or incredible agility and speed. Fireholders, Wiseones; they all seem better suited for battle than I am. For some people, their code is their strength. But for me, it’s my stubborn nature that has forged my way.