The Daylight War (The Demon Cycle, #3)

by Peter V. Brett

“You’ll face what’s between the Maze walls, but not what’s between a woman’s thighs?” Soli grimaced. “At least in the Maze I am surrounded by strong, sweating men. And who knows? Perhaps one of the push’ting dama will fancy me. The powerful ones like Baden make their favorite Sharum into personal guards who only have to fight on Waning! Imagine, only three nights a month in the Maze!” “Still three nights too many,” Manvah muttered. Inevera was confused. “Is the Maze not a holy place? An honor?” Manvah grunted and went back to her weaving. Soli looked at her a long time, his eyes distant. The easy smile melted from his face. “The Maze is holy death,” her brother said at last. “A man who dies there is guaranteed Heaven, but I am not so eager to meet Everam just yet.” “I’m sorry,” Inevera said. Soli shook himself, and the smile returned in an instant. “Best not concern yourself with such things, little sister. The Maze is not a burden for you to bear.” “Every woman in Krasia bears that burden, my son,” Manvah said, “whether we fight beside you or not.”