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

by Brian Staveley

“What’s your name, kid?” “Valyn,” he stammered. “Named for the prince,” he said. “The Emperor’s oldest son.”

Gwenna had been raised on the Islands, trained among men and women who made a daily habit of the impossible, and it was the most astounding thing she’d ever seen.

“And what about me?” she demanded quietly. “How do I win? You don’t care at all about that, do you?”

“And what do I care,” she asked, voice dropping to a whisper, “about humanity?”

Annick stood on the far talon, her bowstring singing like a harp in the wind, tears streaming from her cheeks.