Along the Razor's Edge (The War Eternal, #1)

by Rob J. Hayes

There is pleasure in being numb, in retreating from the world and feeling nothing. It is matched only by the agony of emotion returning.

These days even gods know my name, and that's not the sort of attention you want.

In a room full of murderers, the second person to die is usually the first person to start the killing.

Are we all just monsters waiting for the opportunity to show it?

I looked inside and found darkness. And the darkness stared back at me.

I have long since learned that heroes only exist on the pages of books, and the lips of bards. Out in the world there are only choices. Those choices might appear heroic to some and villainous to others.

These days I expect monsters to come flying out of dark corners. Such is the way of raising mischievous children.