The Song of the Sirin (Raven Son, #1)

by Nicholas Kotar

I have lived my life in the shadows, never thanked by anyone for what I do. And yet, we Warriors of the Word have buttressed the walls that hold up the worlds.”

one man’s efforts may avail much, but not everything.

Have you seen the hands of a healer? Are they rough? No. Are they dirty? No. What are they like? Like the sun reflected in water… Karila nursery chant

“I am a servant of the Heights,” whispered Voran, forcing himself to look at the giant of light. “I am nothing. Yet has not this man, this prince of Vasyllia, done enough to deserve more than this?” “Do you doubt that all he has suffered is part of a design?” “Design? What design can there be? Adonais has abandoned us, and old Powers are coming back to take the earth for themselves.” “Voran. Consider the past days. You cannot fail to come to this conclusion. You four—Voran, Mirnían, Lebía, Sabíana—have been led. By me and by the white stag and by others, all along paths thorny and painful. You ask why? If I told you the full truth, you would not believe me. You must come to it yourself.

When there was nothing but the word in his heart, he submitted. Let it be as it must.

There is one thing you must never forget. No matter how evil the times, no matter how dire the calamity, if there is but one person on earth who makes Covenant with Adonais, then the world will not fall. The dawn will come after the dark night, though it lasts for centuries. From “The Testament of Cassían, Dar of Vasyllia” (The Sayings: Book II, 21:30)