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

by Rob J. Hayes

There is little that is as maddening as being beneath the notice of those you wish to murder.

Dry sobbing is a lot like falling in love, pointless save for the pain.

And besides, second-guessing the past is no different to predicting the future; it is a fool's game with no winners.

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

The past shapes how we react to things in the future, and the future shapes how we view events of the past.

We cling to things, familiar things, not because they are good for us, but because we are scared that the unknown might be worse.

I have never seen having emotion as a weakness, nor showing them. My emotions always made me stronger. My hatred and anger give me strength when it should fail. My love and compassion made me allies that otherwise might have been enemies. I have known emperors who were trained to wear their face like a mask, fall. Yet I sat on a throne of corpses, and it was my emotions that helped put me here.

A sad fact of life and time is that insignificant things often outlive their significance.

I don't just burn bridges, I scorch their foundations and set the water on fire as well.

Truth is a flood, waters rising while we hide inside homes of self-deception.

I have always found it strange that people equate having testicles with courage. Threatening a man's balls is often the fastest way to make him cower.

"The magic starts to act on your body?" Yorin asked, sceptical. I nodded. "A Pyromancy Source would start to melt and freeze my insides. A Geomancy Source would start to turn my limbs to stone. An Empamancy Source would make me fade away so nothing was left but disembodied emotions."

I had sworn vengeance on them all. My escape was only the beginning of my legacy. Now it was time to set the world ablaze and watch my enemies burn.