The Daylight War (The Demon Cycle, #3)

by Peter V. Brett

Arlen selected a small goldwood bow and a quiver of arrows, handing it to her. “Time you learned to shoot.” Renna’s lip curled in distaste. He was trying to protect her again. Keep her from fighting in close. Keep her safe. “Don’t want it. Don’t want no spears, neither.” “Why not?” Arlen asked. Renna held up her brook stone necklace in one hand, and drew her knife with the other. “Don’t wanna kill corelings from some hiding spot. I kill a demon, I want it to die knowin’ who did it.” She waited for him to argue, but he only nodded. “Know exactly how you feel.” Arlen continued to hold the weapon out to her. “But sometimes you’re outnumbered, or need to kill a demon quick before it cores somebody.” He smiled. “And got to say, it ent a bad feeling, to just point at a coreling and kill it from afar.” Renna took a deep breath. He was right of course. Yes, he was protecting her, but it was in the way he always had. By teaching her to protect herself.