Ember Rising (The Green Ember #3)

by S.D. Smith

“We can’t really hope to beat either,” Helmer said, “which is why we’re retreating.” “I prefer to think of it as regrouping.” “If only nicer words could make an awful thing less so,” Helmer said, limping as he ran, “we’d be having a good time.”

We had no idea that when you gave us all the light you did, you were guiding us to one day strike out at the darkness so fiercely. We

I know I help invent things that destroy, but they are aimed at the darkness. And I hope that, when they have blown a hole in that darkness, the light pours in.”

But we must do what is effective, not what is desperate.”

wanted my little work to fit together with thousands of other little works to make a great mosaic of hope.

He would die, if dying was his duty, determined to do all he could for the cause.

Having dazed his foe, Helmer wasted no time. He spun on his enemy and brought his cleaving blade around with fury. Daggler fell dead with two thuds.