Nohadon nodded. “So why don’t you?” “You didn’t.” “I tried and failed. That led me to a different path.” “You’re wise and thoughtful. I’m a warmonger, Nohadon. I’ve never accomplished anything without bloodshed.” He heard them again. The tears of the dead. Evi. The children. Flames burning a city. He heard the fire roar in delight at the feast.
