Unfettered (Unfettered #1)

by Shawn Speakman

His common sense told him that he was crazy, but when you’re dying you don’t have much time for common sense.

Sometimes the most important music lessons feature no music at all.

Vengeance was just an inversion of loss; or maybe its cowardly cousin.

And he had died a hunter’s death. Live by the claw, die by the jaw, he’d always said.

As far as he had gleaned, in Tolkien the hordes of orcs and goblins and trolls and giant spiders and whatever else were all so evil that you were free to commit genocide on them without any complicated moral ramifications.

Some of the ones who weren’t swept away wanted to fight anyway, because they were just that valiant. Eliot supposed they must have had difficult childhoods or something like that.

“You mess with the ram,” he said, “you get the horns.”