The Hod King (The Books of Babel, #3)

by Josiah Bancroft

“All I know is that, at the end of the day, dreams don’t matter, but neither does regret.

The present, you have to understand, is like the mouth of a river. Behind us, everything is a singular current; that’s the past. But ahead of us, the river breaks into a nearly infinite delta. I can’t see the future because we haven’t chosen which estuary to paddle down.”

‘Asking nicely once is polite. Asking nicely twice is just begging.’”

You know who can’t be bargained with? Little children and madmen.”