Age of Legend (The Legends of the First Empire, #4)

by Michael J. Sullivan

What a strange treasure is innocence, a virtue to the old and a curse to the young, so highly prized but eagerly parted with—the riches of beautiful skin traded for the wisdom of calluses.

never asked for any of this,” she whispered. “I know, but it was given to you just the same. We have but the roads that lie before our feet, and all too often our choices are limited to walking or standing still. And standing still gets us nowhere.”

heroes aren’t born, they’re made, grown from ordinary stock and fertilized by crisis.

Things that were obvious in the confines of the heart often failed to translate well when expressed through the inadequate filter of language.