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He sighed. History shall be my judge—nothing and no one else.
now I follow the path of Kadoshim, of demons, of Asroth himself.
A sound strategy, maybe, in the great war between Ben-Elim and Kadoshim, the Faithful and the Fallen, apart from the fact that it used people’s lives like pawns on a throw-board.
“Kick a stone in anger, you’ll hurt your foot,” Tahir said.
It cannot be. Maquin’s heart was suddenly pounding in his chest, a wave of shock spilling into fury. Jael.
Doing nothing does not absolve you of choice. Doing nothing puts you firmly on Asroth’s side and makes you a coward, as well, for not having the stones to admit it.”
“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.
Gar stood there, bloody and battle-grim, his chest heaving, nostrils flaring. He bowed his head, closed his eyes. He is thinking of his da.
“They fight for Asroth, even if many of them do not realize it. I’ll never walk that path, not for oath, love nor friendship.”
“We must treat the shield wall with respect,” he continued. “It is a widow-maker, a death-dealer, no one is safe before it—man or woman, the skill of the Jehar will not save them, nor the strength of a giant.
“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.”
I’ve done bad things, sure enough, or been party to them. But things are different now. I’m different now. Got a cause to fight for. Friends. People I believe in. Can’t change the past, but I can be a better man now.
Sometimes you can be too busy watching someone else’s back to take care of your own.
You speak of truth and courage. Forgiveness can be the greatest act of courage.”
good blow. You have come so far, Corban. We have reached the point where to kill you I have to risk death myself.”
will be a dark day, a bloody day, a proud day, for this is the day of our wrath.” “WRATH,” the cry went up, ringing and echoing through the branches. “WRATH.”
For a moment the enormity of it struck him, a scene like nothing he’d ever witnessed before, so many disparate peoples from across the Banished Lands, all trying to end each other.
He felt his mouth stretch in a smile and with a clatter let his sword drop from his hand. It sank into the bridge, became a part of it. Maquin didn’t notice; he was too busy running.