Wrath (The Faithful and the Fallen, #4)

by John Gwynne

“there’s nothing like a good fight to clear the mind.”

“In the end, it’s all the same,” Varan said. “We all face death alone.” Corban nodded. “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.

Some battles find you, no matter how cautious you are.”

“Storm, lass, you are going to look fine when you go to war.”

“This is a day for stabbing people.”

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.

“Camlin kind,”