The Core (The Demon Cycle, #5)

by Peter V. Brett

“Your honor is boundless, daughter of Erny. Pain is only wind. Bend as the palm, and let it blow over you.”

“Folk talk, my lady. In the Corelings’ Graveyard and the Holy House pews.

“You have until Olive begins to cry, Minister.”

Briar was Briar, and that wasn’t going to change. The path that made him who he was could not be unwalked.

“Pain is only wind.”

“You have…three kai’Sharum, one hundred seventy-two dal’Sharum, eight hundred seventeen kha’Sharum, two hundred and six chi’Sharum, and four hundred thirty-six slaves. We have seven hundred forty-two horses…”