The Book That Broke the World (The Library Trilogy, #2)

by Mark Lawrence

“I haven’t mourned them.” He admitted this for the first time to the darkness and a stranger who had nearly strangled him. “I don’t know how to.” “You should cry their loss to the moons and vow revenge,” Clovis answered. “Revenge on whom?” Clovis made no answer. “On the next canith I see?” Arpix asked. “On the ones I see running from the skeer? Should I have doused the light and left you to it?” “You should still howl for them, loud enough for the moons to hear.” Arpix felt that perhaps he should, but could only offer, “It’s not our way.” He meant it wasn’t his way. Salamonda had wailed for her lost ones, no room for shame in her grief. Arpix felt somehow lessened by the fact that his own mourning had been unable to step over such social constraints even in this forsaken wilderness. Instead, it ached inside him, along with the regret that he’d never been able to tell his quiet and reserved mother or his quiet and reserved father that their quiet and reserved son had loved them very much in his own strange way. Clovis sniffed the air, or perhaps his neck, close enough to make Arpix shiver. “You should howl for them.” Some gentleness in her tone made him imagine she might have intuited the depth of his emotion by scent alone. She moved away. “You’re going?” “I know the path back.” “I’ll come with you,” Arpix said. “You should stay.” Clovis’s growl became more distant. “To not speak to the moons is to poison yourself from within. You should stay.” “I . . .” Almost beyond hear...

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