Blackflame (Cradle, #3)

by Will Wight

The heavens opened up and showed me visions of all the greatest people on the planet, people who can wrestle dragons and strike down armies. Then they brought me to you. You’re all so far above me you might as well be stars.”

“It will rest upon you to test the children. Push them. Hold them in the fire and hammer them, that they might be forged.”

“A worry shared is a worry halved.”

Eithan had been sure he was winning the game, right up until his opponents swept the cards off the table and stabbed him.

he grabbed a windowsill for an instant as he passed, then kicked off the wall, slowed himself for a second on the edge of a nearby roof, snagged a tree branch, and landed without breaking anything. A few loose leaves fluttered to the ground behind him, and he swept his sleeve so that the wind carried them into a nearby trash box.

The Path of the Endless Sword had no defense. Sword aura could not shield her, it could only cut.

“Oh, Lindon, Lindon, Lindon. There’s a turtle for every Path.”