The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)

by James Islington

“Near eighty thousand.” No inflection to the statement. No judgement. “This chamber holds the most recent, but there are dozens more like it. Your people have filled this place with the slain of a century of conquests.

Not because what we do is good, but because good will no longer exist if we do not.”

That is a dilemma

The strength of the few is all that matters. My father once told me that men become their choices, not their intentions. I wonder what he would say to me now.

“I am still with you,” he promises quietly.

Thank God he still has Eidhin

“Hail, Vis.”

Has to be Callidus