The Lesser Devil (The Sun Eater, #1.5)

by Christopher Ruocchio

Time was always depicted as a young woman running naked with wings on her feet, looking back over her shoulder. She had an old man’s face on the back of her head, and it was that face that looked in the direction she ran—forwards—and the youthful face that looked forever back

He should not have thought such things. His optimism had tempted Fate, who is ever listening for those mortals foolish enough to defy her.