The Last Mortal Bond (Chronicle of the Unhewn Throne, #3)

by Brian Staveley

the Grounded might be prisoners, but it was starting to feel as though everyone was a prisoner of something: duty or family, conscience or past mistakes.

“We have another name for the Lord of the Grave: the Patient God.” “Patience is no virtue for a warrior.” “I’m not a warrior,” the Flea replied quietly. “I am a killer.”

“Spare me the act,” Adare spat. “I know your history. You’ve got more blood on your hands than I do. How many people did you kill to end up where you are? A hundred? More?” “You can kill a man without being angry,” Kegellen replied mildly. “You can kill a great many men without being angry.” She took another sip of her wine, held it in her mouth a moment, swallowed, smiled. “I find it’s better that way. Easier on the heart.”