Orconomics (The Dark Profit Saga, #1)

by J. Zachary Pike

“Oh, there’s always a choice. Choice is a constant.” Flinn grinned, a cold glint in his eye. “It’s consequences that vary.”

“You know, saying ‘no offense’ doesn’t count for much after saying something really offensive.”

An indefinite lifespan is not the same thing as an infinite memory. Time erodes events into stories, stories into recollections, recollections into impressions, impressions into vague sensations that eventually dim altogether.

warrior heroes came in only two varieties: those who knew how to fight mages, and extra crispy.

A long-forgotten thrill was creeping back into him, notes of excitement that rang in his voice and hummed in his bones. The open road was before him, with mysterious lands and unknown foes and treasures waiting to be discovered. Of course, he had spent the last twenty years with the open road before him, and certainly there were plenty of unknown foes along his way. But now he had a task, a reason to roam, rewards to be reaped. Not all who wander are lost; some are on quests.

Some men were too proud to ever admit defeat; the closest they came to surrender was learning to keep their mouths shut.

“Marketing is its own kind of magic, is it not?” said Zurthraka. “An illusion that men pay to be fooled by.”