Diamantine (Weapons and Wielders, #2)

by Andrew Rowe

One simply did not stop after acquiring one sacred sword out of a set.

Nope, don’t even start with me. That thing was the biggest incarnation of ‘nope’ I have ever seen. I can only be disappointed that I cannot possibly kill it more thoroughly.

I glowered at her. “I did get a treasure box from fighting monsters.” Reika’s smile widened. “Aww. I hope that helps soften the feeling of crushing defeat you’re feeling right now.” My glowering intensified.

“You know, I was going to offer you an alliance. They didn’t say it was against the rules” “Oh.” She blinked. “I hadn’t thought about—” I put a hand to her lips. “Nope. You taunted me. It’s game time now. I hope you’re ready for a fight.”

That was an impressive attack. It’d be dangerous, even to me. I headed toward it.

Words without action behind them are about as useful as an empty cup in the hands of a man dying of thirst.

And if you end up getting injured in the process, just keep in mind that it was for science. Learning is what makes us human.>

I winced. I hadn’t intended to hurt him that bad. I did the kindest thing I could think of, running and dodging blasts of fire, and then hit him thrice in the back before he could get off the ground.

It’s not cheating, it’s expedited non-linear puzzle completion. <That is a shockingly detailed term for cheating.>

How do you know? I need to save— <She’s not a damsel, Keras.>

It’s probably indicative of my personality that my first thought was, I could break that.

“Either way, you can’t save everyone.” “No, of course not. But the moment I stop trying is when I truly fail.”