“They say the sacred arts are lonely. The higher you climb, the more alone you become. That is the first rule I’d like to rewrite.” Mercy tapped her staff against her shoulder, eyes narrowed. “Let’s say you do make it to my mother’s level,” she said, and Eithan didn’t so much as twitch at the word ‘mother.’ So he had been pretending not to recognize Mercy. “There are a lot of things you could do with all that power.”
