Of Empires and Dust (The Bound and The Broken, #4)

by Ryan Cahill

There was not a word spoken in the tongues of living things that came close to the grief, agony, and emptiness that became him. He was hollow, and numb, and nothing.

Steel met leather. Leather failed. Flesh parted.

What in the gods are so many mages doing in a fort in the middle of fucking nowhere?

The past is set in stone. It is immutable. Look forwards.”

“Focus on today, Commander. I’ll see what I can do about tomorrow.”

And if we fail, if the sky falls, I will stand beneath it and hold it up for as long as I can.”

When hope dies, the light fades and the noose tightens.”