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

by Rob J. Hayes

past and future affect each other in equal measure.

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

Yet I have sat on a throne of corpses, and it was my emotions that helped put me here.

There is an innocence in children that is only matched by their cruelty.

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.

There is a point where water starts gushing in under the door, through the cracks in the windows. You cannot hide from the truth, nor barricade against it. You can only run from it, and I had nowhere to run.

saw an older woman, scarred and grim, a snarl on her face. She stood in front of rift formed of darkness and terror, and tears of sadness fell from eyes that flashed with the fury of a storm.

Reputation is a blade with no hilt, it cuts both ways.

I have often wielded great power in my life, and it has ever made me anything but humble.

That is, perhaps, the greatest tragedy of war; the innocent always pay the highest price.

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. I often wonder how my own people look at my choices, how my daughters look at my choices. I think I have played the villain far more than the hero.