The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)

by James Islington

“Bhailcnoc,” I repeat. The name of our destination, perhaps. Or the word for “village,” maybe. Or “city.” Or “home.” Or gods-damned “where we’re going to kill you.” No way to tell.

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DEATH IS A DOORWAY.

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“Do you trust me?” “Depends.” “I think we need to drop our imbuing.” Silence, then, “I don’t trust you.”

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“You are here now,” he says softly. “We are all with you, brother.” Seanna smiles. Tara and Fearghus nod. And I know I am home.

I'm not crying, you're crying

Commit to your movements. Delight in your movements. Do everything with zest!”

Ahmose ❤️

“Small men so desperate for power that they will take it from wherever they can. How did we get here?” “By telling them it’s the only way to get it, and that it’s all that matters.”

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Words sound the same coming from the honest and the deceiving, the informed and the deceived. They matter—never think otherwise—but most of the time, people need to be shown a truth before they will truly believe it.”

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a child needs to hear and truly understand only three phrases from their father as they grow up. ‘I love you.’ ‘I will help.’ And, ‘I don’t know.’

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FEAR IS A LACK OF control, realised.

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