But … but how … Why? He started to push up on the bed with his hands and winced.Calm down, she told him firmly. You need to rest. I mean it.I shouldn’t be lying down in your presence!You will if I tel...
Another last-minute, good-deed job, Royce grumbled as he stuffedsupplies into his saddlebag.True, Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, butthis is at least a paying job.You should h...
You sacrificed yourself to save us; good for you, but you only had to do it once.
Why didn’t we ever consider sailing as a profession? Hadrian asked Royce as he moved to the side and faced the wind. He took a deep, satisfying breath and smiled. This is nice. A lot better than a swe...
We may indeed die here, that's true. But we will all die anyway-is there any denying that? When you think of all the possible ways you might go, this is as fine a place as any, isn't it? I mean, to en...
Time had sneaked in and stolen her recklessness.
They watched each other, staring across the green. Royce walked forward, crossing the distance between them in silence. Two ghosts meeting at a crossroad.It’s been a while—Esra is it? Or should I call...
The one you posed to the Crescent Forest. Brin sat up straighter, closed her eyes, and recited, Four brothers visit this wood. The first is greeted with great joy; the second is beloved; the third alw...
The God Killer is the Coppersword’s favorite son. His secret treasure.
That’s why you shouldn’t make vows. The moment you do, fate starts conspiring to shove them down your throat.
Sunlight had a way of showing the realities that shadows born of firelight hid. The
Royce smiled. See, you can always count on people doing what is best for themselves. Like I did? Hadrian said. The smile left Royce’s lips. You’re a freak of nature or the world’s greatest fool. I’m s...
Royce is a survivor. You’ve never seen the beast, and he’s lived his whole life in its stomach, yet managed not to be digested.
Royce dismounted and handed the reins of his horse to Hadrian. I’m going to scout up ahead and make sure there are no surprises waiting. He left with surprising swiftness in a hunched run. He entered...
Road—tomorrow? Myron asked. Am I going back to the abbey? Better—you’re going to be a hero.
Power rises to the top like cream and dominates the weak with cruelty disguised as -- and often even believed to be -- benevolence.
No god, goddess, or spirit would ever inhabit or employ a chicken.
Maeve could have lost a race with a tree
It's not easy to subdue a person bigger than you and not hurt him in the process. Well, I think I found your problem, then. Why don't we try hurting him?
It was like waiting for the sunrise and a chicken to hatch—if the sun marked the end of the world and the chicken was an all-devouring demon. —