An Echo of Things to Come (The Licanius Trilogy, #2)

by James Islington

For I did not know which was harder to bear: The echo of her passing, or the long silence that followed.

“If a builder and an architect sit at the same table, does one role become more like the other? Or do they work better together because of it?” He waved Caeden into the seat next to him. “We are all servants, Tal’kamar—just with different roles. They serve me so that I may serve the people. We have different jobs, but we are equals nonetheless.”

“Be the man you aspire to be, and this … this will all be worthwhile.”

The dead know not on what they lay The dead fear not the silent ground The dead hear not what people say The dead care not if they are found The dead feel not if bones are set The dead think not of battles lost The dead dwell not on their regret The dead remember not the cost The dead have now their struggles ceased The dead long not for what may be The dead are gone, and now know peace The dead live on in memory

The day on which you decide not to question what you believe, is the day that you start making excuses for why you believe it.”

“The lesser of two evils, or the greater good. Get a good man to utter either of those phrases, and there is no one more eager to begin perpetrating evil.”

We are the blade, Tal’kamar. We are not the hand that wields it.”