Moonlight Banishes Shadows (The Infinite World, #3)

by J.T. Wright

Tersa scrubbed harder with her brush. She did not mutter under her breath or swear at the Corporal. Every time she did that, they gave her a smaller tool to clean the wall with. At first, she was handed a scrub brush that she held with both hands. She suspected her current implement was meant for adding fine details to paintings.

… well at least she did eventually stop…

Somewhere on the road, they stopped traveling in the same direction and started walking together.

Martin had collapsed, a bone dart through his left eye. As happy as Trent was to read his notifications, that dart made him scowl. He had been aiming for Martin’s right eye! It looked like his Throw Skill still needed some work.

“A head lowered in reverence, a hand to earth for what must be protected, and another to hilt for the means.”

“a society may huddle around the fire, but without Warriors walking in the night, it cannot last.