Waybound (Cradle, #12)

by Will Wight

How about…The Room of Spirit and Time!”

[I’ll give you some points!] Dross offered, which Lindon thought was irresponsible. There was no points system in place, so that wasn’t a promise he could honor.

Ozmanthus had already started to fade, but he tilted his chin up. “Hardly worth mentioning. Summon me properly next time, and I’ll show you something you can really be proud of.” His eyes flicked to the top of Lindon’s head for a moment. “…and get a haircut.”

[It’s every parent’s dream to see their little boy grow into such a fine young Dreadgod.] “You’re not my parent.” [Well, I don’t like your parents, so I choose to replace them.]

“I have received more help than anyone in the universe. Even most of my power is stolen. There’s nothing noble about doing everything yourself. You just have to do your best to honor the help you’ve gotten.”

In the meantime, Emriss could speak to Akura Mercy about what it meant to bring joy.

“I don’t feel any of that right now,” she said. Emriss gave a small smile. “A common misunderstanding. You can bring joy to others even when you don’t feel it yourself.”