Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

by Will Wight

The fruit’s power tingled in his core, begging him to process it, urging him to take the first step on a Path of his own devising.

wait this is so tea

He’d forgotten that Unsouled had no honor to lose.

OOP

created to save: the weak who stood against the strong. The sort of person the Phoenix was meant to save. The sort of person who might, with a little outside help, even reach beyond their fate.

“There are a million Paths in this world, Lindon, but any sage will tell you they can all be reduced to one. Improve yourself.”

Lindon smiled up at Deret. “I don’t need any help putting down a dog.”

And in the last instant, in that knife’s edge of time during the elder’s attack, Lindon remembered that he did have one more card after all.