Tower Lord (Raven's Shadow, #2)

by Anthony Ryan

Remember this, Queen, when you watch the flames rise high, remember this and ask yourself: would I do this again?”

Divinity retains the appearance of insight,’” she read one evening, brows creased with a deep frown. “‘When in reality it celebrates ignorance. Its tenets are so much clay, and when the clay sets, it becomes dogma.’”

Nobility is a lie, her father had once told her. A pretence that high standing comes from anything more than money or martial prowess. Any dolt can play the noble, and as you’ll discover in time, daughter, it’s mostly dolts who do.

My father’s gaze never lifted from the tormented city and I heard him say, “All victory is an illusion.”