What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

I sometimes think the fundamental disconnect with civilians is that they think a war is an event, something neatly bounded on either end by dates. What anyone who’s lived through one can tell you is that it’s actually a place. You’re there and then you leave, but places don’t stop existing just because you aren’t looking at them.

“May we always have the choice to err on the side of mercy,” I said, lifting my wine.