Tower Lord (Raven's Shadow, #2)

by Anthony Ryan

“How do I look, Lord Marshal?” she asked Smolen, knowing he was the most likely to lie. “Glorious as ever, Highness,” he assured her with impressive sincerity.

You mistake purpose for cruelty, and I have always had a purpose. I am not mindless.

“We were right.” Vaelin turned back with a questioning look. “To heed the wolf’s call,” Hera Drakil said. “A people that would do this need to die.”

“They don’t come with mercy!” the Shield yelled, standing at the rail with his sabre held aloft. “Don’t show them any!”

“I have a blessing for you,” Reva told the Reader, breaking into a run, a red haze clouding her vision. “It’s made of steel, not words.”