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

by Rob J. Hayes

me. I didn't so much desire to escape, as I needed to visit my burning wrath upon all the bastards who had put me there. I had a great many enemies to kill, and most of them didn't even know I existed.

Age and wisdom have done nothing to quash my thirst for vengeance, even against those long dead.

we were all criminals no matter how innocent we were. "Never seen anything

If there's one thing you remember from my story, one lesson you take from it, let it be this: Gods are fucking arseholes.

go. Some people flee from danger while others court it. Me? I stare danger right in the face and tell it to take its best fucking shot.

us. I have forged a throne out of my determination. I have matched wits and strength with creatures arrogant enough to think themselves gods. I have crushed empires, and watched my own fall to ruin, yet I still bear the scars that pitiful bully gave me underground.

glacier. I'm more like the weather. I work to my own schedule and wait for no one, carving my own path through the world.

Then again, maybe I'm just making excuses for my actions. For the violence I have caused.

I tried to forget that I had just traded away hundreds of lives for a chance at freedom. I can't forget. Nor can I justify it. I did what I did, and I would be lying if I said I wouldn't do it again. Maybe that makes me a monster, yet it is far from the most monstrous thing I have done.