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512 pages, Paperback
First published August 28, 2018
"We don’t get to choose what people think of us, Tam. You’re a legend now, girl, and legends are like rolling stones: Once they get going, it’s best to stay out of their way."
"You didn’t get to be the villain of one story, she supposed, unless you were the hero of another."
"We slept beside them, fought beside them, bled beside them. We trusted them to watch our backs and save our assess—which they did, time and time again. And somewhere out there, between one gig and the next, something changed. We woke up one day and realized that home was no longer behind us. That our families were with us all along. We looked around at these miscreants, these motley crews, and knew in our hearts there was nowhere we’d rather be than by their side."
“Even when the shadow of the colossus fell upon them, it was enough.”
"The bards tell us that we live so long as there are those alive who remember us. In that case, I think it’s safe to say that Bloody Rose will live forever."
“I couldn’t quit. I didn’t want to. I was raised on my father’s stories, spoon-fed glory until I hungered for it—until I thought I’d starve without it.”
“To Tam, there was nothing worse than the prospect of never leaving home, of being cooped up in Ardburg until her dreams froze and her Wyld Heart withered in its cage.”
“…That evil thrives on division. It stokes the embers of pride and prejudice until they become an inferno that might one day devour us all.”
“And yet here they all were: at the cold edge of the world—each of them vying to be worthy of one another, to protect one another, to prove themselves a part of something to which they already, irrevocably belonged.”
“Glory fades. Gold slips through our fingers like water, or sand. Love is the only thing worth fighting for.”
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.”
"I should warn you," she said. "What we're going up against could be just as dangerous as the Horde. Worse, even".
To Tam, there was nothing worse than the prospect of never leaving home, of being cooped up in Ardburg until her dreams froze and her Wyld Heart withered in its cage. She glanced at her uncle, who gave her a reassuring nod, and was about to tell Freecloud that it didn't matter if they were facing the Horde, or something worse than the Horde, or if they were bound for the Frost Mother's hell itself. She would follow.
The world is big, the young are restless, and girls just want to have fun.
“Glory fades. Gold slips through our fingers like water, or sand. Love is the only thing worth fighting for.”
You didn’t get to be the villain of one story, she supposed, unless you were the hero of another.
Most people, she figured, sized up the truth when it came knocking, decided they didn’t much like the look of it, and shut the door in its face.
When you fought alongside those whose lives meant more to you than your own, succumbing to fear simply wasn’t an option, because nothing…was as scary as the prospect of losing them.
“I was raised on my father’s stories, spoon-fed glory until I hungered for it-until I thought I’d starve without it.”
“There’s a whole wide world out there. It’s messy, and ugly, and strange…But it’s beautiful, too.”
There is nothing, I think, so wasteful-or so pointlessly tragic-as a battle that should haver have been fought in the first place.
The bards tell us that we live so long as there are those alive who remember us. In that can, I think it’s safe to say that Bloody Rose will live forever.
“You didn’t get to be the villain of one story, she supposed, unless you were the hero of another.”
“The world is big, the young are restless, and girls just want to have fun.”
“Death or glory,” she said. “Death or glory,” they echoed. “But preferably glory,”
(Character Art from Nicholas Eames’ Official Website/blog)
“The world is big, the young are restless, and girls just want to have fun.”
“Funny, Tam thought, how different a thing could seem at a distance—how beautiful, despite the ugly truth. Was it worth it, she wondered, to look closer? To examine something, or someone, if doing so risked changing your perception of them forever after? She was young enough to think the answer was yes, but too young to know if she was right.”
“Evil thrives on division. It stokes the embers of pride and prejudice until they become an inferno that might one day devour us all.”
“Glory fades. Gold slips through our fingers like water, or sand. Love is the only thing worth fighting for.”
“You didn’t get to be the villain of one story, she supposed, unless you were the hero of another.”
“A woman cuts, hacks, slashes, and strikes – a whirling storm of fire and steel. Born in shadow, her destiny eclipsed by the brightest of stars. What else can she be but a comet, burning bright enough to draw every eye as she streaks toward some unfathomable fate?”
“Most people, she figured, sized up the truth when it came knocking, decided they didn’t much like the look of it, and shut the door in its face.”
“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook when it comes to being our bard. If I so much as step on a lizard you’d better tell the world I kicked a dragon to death.”