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352 pages, Paperback
First published April 4, 2019
“To sow knowing that you will not reap is an old kind of love, and love has always been the best key for unlocking the future.”
“The fight matters. But in the end it is never truly won or lost, and victory lies in discovering that we are bigger than it is.”
“When they put us in that cage we never really came out of it again.”
“The fight matters. But in the end it is never truly won or lost, and victory lies in discovering that we are bigger than it is.”
“Some lessons must be written in scars.”
“North and south the ice squeezed and all the nations of the Corridor bled.”
“A million words won’t push the ice back, not even the breadth of a finger. But one word will break a heart, two will mend it, and three will lay the highest low.”
“I must caution you. Nona Grey could tear this street open to the bedrock to see you dead, and level the houses all around us. She could blast you with such force that the amulets your gold has purchased would burn and fall to dust. And before I could take a single step to stop her you would all be smoking offal amid the ruin… You should know that I would do everything in my power to bring her to the emperor’s justice after such an outburst. But it would be scant consolation to your corpses.”
“…the application of knowledge could unlock doors that her flaw-blades couldn’t so much as scratch, and it could bring down those so mighty that no feat of arms would stay their hand.”
“To sow knowing that you will not reap is an old kind of love, and love has always been the best key for unlocking the future.”
“The fighter was young, still in his early twenties perhaps, and his muscles crowded along his bones, the battle for space heaping them up in great, veined mounds.”
“At Sweet Mercy they made a weapon of me. They honed every skill into a sharp edge. They put a sword in my hand, because there will always be foes who much be opposed, always violence that much be met with violence.
But that is not the heart of Sweet Mercy. It was always the faith. Always the notion that all men and women are our brothers and sisters. And that faith doesn’t end with borders. It doesn’t care about heresies use to divide us, or whether you speak your prayers to a white star, or to the fields and forests and stones…
Not as a weapon but as a tool. As a healer might used the knife, sometimes to cut, but ultimately to heal.”
“Moons might rise and fall, empires wax and wane, even the stars come and go, but there are constants, too, and thought the story of our kind is ever-changing it is also always the same.”
"The Book of the Ancestor says that for everything there is a season. This was a time to reap. A time for death. A time to die."
Lessons were over. The closed world of the convent was about to be broken open. The endgame had arrived.
“The Book of the Ancestor says that for everything there is a season. This was a time to reap. A time for death. A time to die.”
The Book of Ancestor says that for everything there is a season. This was a time to reap. A time for death.