“Tell me you’ve learned no truths, Heboric.” He snorted. “Aye, I’ve learned one. There are no truths. You’ll understand that yourself, years from now, when Hood’s shadow stretches your way.” “There are truths,” Leoman said ahead of them, not turning as he continued. “Raraku. Dryjhna. The Whirlwind and the Apocalypse. The weapon in the hand, the flow of blood.” “You’ve not made our journey, Leoman,” Heboric growled. “Your journey was rebirth—as she has said—and so there was pain. Only fools would expect otherwise.”
