Waybound (Cradle, #12)

by Will Wight

Your brain is like…have you ever filled an eggshell with so much egg that it cracks from the inside?] “No,” Orthos said. “No one ever has.” [I find that unlikely.]

Lindon thought of advancing to Sage here as something like trying to reach the ocean while trapped in a fishbowl.

Miara’s blade had passed through his core. “Oh look,” Emriss said idly. “A split core.”

Tears streamed down Eithan’s cheeks, and he forced a smile. “I just…I wasn’t prepared…to be so proud.” He ruffled Lindon’s hair. “You used my shampoo.”