Waybound (Cradle, #12)

by Will Wight

The protection was absolute, but Shen still stepped into the Way and ran from the location. Like a canny tactician luring his enemy into a disadvantageous position. Not like prey running from a hunter. Not at all.

Malice ground her teeth, and Reigan could see her resisting the urge to continue bickering with him. Argument was one of the petty pleasures humans loved to squeeze out of life.

For the Akura clan, Charity stayed strong. “If you can carry a message back to your real self, then tell him this: we can have this discussion peacefully.” “I didn’t attack your home,” Lindon said.

“I suspect there has been a misunderstanding. Dross tells me you’re calculating what I get out of this interaction. What angle am I playing? You’re looking at it the wrong way.”

Northstrider’s rage burst free of his constraints, and he snarled in response, “You’re nothing but a dog with sharpened teeth. You’re alive because you were a Judge’s pet.” “This was not for my sake,” Lindon continued, “but yours.” “A speck of dust could challenge the Dreadgods if a Judge decided to grant it power. You’re not special. You’re a sideshow for them.” “Release Emriss and ascend. For my past respect, I’m giving you a chance.” “How dare you look down on me? I earned what I have.” Lindon’s black-and-white eyes carried the coldness of the void. “Very well. I’ll see you soon.”

“Hello, Shen,” the Void Sage said. “I believe you were holding on to my inheritance.” Reigan Shen’s Remnant tried to cry, but it had no tears.