The Shadow of the Gods (Bloodsworn Saga, #1)

by John Gwynne

“I make a choice, each and every day,” he said, his smile gone now. “I think on what I have. On what is before me. You. Breca. And they make my heart swell and my head giddy. There is no room left for any dwelling on the past.”

“Because I do not know the reason for a thing, does not mean that a dragon-god did it,” Elvar said.

“I fear I may die,” Varg muttered, finding it hard to even control the movements of his jaw. “We are all born to die,” Svik called back over his shoulder.

Sometimes there are no choices. We are swept along in a current not of our own choosing. She clenched her jaw, teeth grinding. I will be the current. I will be the course.