Soulbinder (Spellslinger #4)

by Sebastien de Castell

In case you’ve never seen a squirrel cat, picture an angry feline face, slightly tubby body, unruly bushy tail and strange furry flaps connecting their front and back limbs that enable them to glide

‘When that mage asked if you had any last words? You should’ve said, “Just one,” and then blasted him.’ I lay until I could get enough breath in my lungs to waste it on a reply. ‘Good note. I’ll remember that for next time.’

If I’m about to die, let my epitaph be this: ‘Kellen, son of Ke’heops, exile of the Jan’Tep, outlaw and spellslinger. He once blasted a demon in the testicles.’

Damn you, Seren’tia. Why did you do this to me? How could you band your own grandson in shadow?

‘Then know that the Path of Joyful Tears will always greet you as a fellow Argosi.’

I smiled back at him, unsure why that small kindness meant so much to me. ‘And the Path of Endless Stars will always be grateful for it.’

That’s the lesson, Kellen. Those who know love, even for a little while, are never really alone.