Bloodline (Cradle, #9)

by Will Wight

Finally, when it felt like he was pushing through a screen to something deeper than reality, he commanded the mug. “Move.” The mug disappeared from the shelf and appeared on the table in front of him. He sank down into his chair, taking a deep breath. Exercising his willpower like that didn’t leave him physically exhausted exactly, but rather mentally drained. It took intense concentration, and tired him accordingly. “And hence he earned his title,” Eithan said gravely. “To this day, legends speak of the Cup Sage.”

“You…” Lindon didn’t even know what to say. “…have you lied for so long that you are blind to the truth?”

Jaran grunted. “Sixteen. Out of how many?”

This guy. SMH

“The legacy you inherit is nothing compared to the legacy you leave behind.”