Kindle Notes & Highlights
Li came back to a battered, decimated band of ragged and feral strikers, a group so beaten and so rabid they could hardly be called strikers proper. Zealots. Prolonged suicides, maybe, but not strikers.
Healing is always sacrificial.
there’s always a cost, even when the patient lives.”
“They don’t know who you are. They just know stories. It’s not you who’s famous but this idea of you,” said Kel. “That don’t make sense,” Nali said. “Look, all I mean to say is that you’ll be safe in there. You’ll be welcomed with open arms in there,” said Kel. “Didn’t you just say Madan died in there?” Sellior asked.
They had the genteel danger of idle snakes.
Moshel, the handsome Semadran elf who he also did not trust but very much liked to look at, was not in the bar.
She’s got that same half-cocked arrogance that leads to death and mayhem.”
they’d all eat shrapnel before the night was through.
It always seemed to Vath a curious thing, that a man could stand so still and tall while his heart was a tempest within.
The love they had for each other was a steel skewer between them: sharp, and unbending, and strong and deadly.
My heart is mine. Don’t go messing with it.
“I do wish you had a knack for languages,” said Vathorem. There was a bite to his voice. Sellior raised an eyebrow. “Well, shit, Vath, I do wish you had a knack for tact.
