Knight's Shadow (Greatcoats #2)

by Sebastien de Castell

Somewhere in the world lives a God or a Saint who took it upon himself to invent magic. I plan on killing him some day.

‘I come,’ he panted, ‘I come. Fucking mad horse not better than me. Faster though.’

Nehra frowned. ‘Do you always run headlong into certain death?’ ‘Sometimes he walks,’ Dariana said. ‘Occasionally he shuffles. Once I’m pretty sure I saw him amble into certain death.’

Stop using the dead to justify the living.