Wrath (The Faithful and the Fallen, #4)

by John Gwynne

‘Kick a stone in anger, you’ll hurt your foot,’ Tahir said.

‘To my thinking, though, it’s what happens before death that’s important. All of us die. How many really live?’

Sometimes caution is wisdom, but sometimes it is fear, and fear is not wise.

‘Because this is not who I am,’ she eventually said. ‘One act of darkness, of treachery. But also many of loyalty, too. Judge me by the sum of my deeds, not just the one mistake.’

‘But all feel fear, both the coward and the hero, and all those in between,’

‘You are the son I never had, and no son could have made me prouder.’

There it is, the difference between the Bright Star and the Black Sun, right there. Who stands at Nathair’s cairn and mourns? And yet Corban is surrounded, not by those who serve or fear him, but by those who love him. Even a scruffy old crow. That tells a tale far clearer than a prophecy scrawled upon parchment. I am glad that I met him, that I discovered the truth before it was too late.