Age of Death (The Legends of the First Empire, #5)

by Michael J. Sullivan

How do you know how much air is in a coffin?” “How I came by that knowledge is not something you want to know, trust me.”

People always provided justifications for their actions and found their behavior acceptable, even if they hated others for doing the same things.

Over the years, Moya had learned that uncomplicated was good.

She made her own current, moving against the tide until the water followed, and she never cared about the hostility forming in her wake. She was right; they were wrong, and doubt remained a stranger on her doorstep.