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“The graveyards of the world are full of fools who thought of fear as anything but a friend.”
The historian frowned. “What kind of hero are you?” Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. “Who the fuck told you I was a hero?”
“And in sight of God and his Seven Martyrs, I do here vow; Let the dark know my name and despair. So long as it burns, I am the flame. So long as it bleeds, I am the blade. So long as it sins, I am the saint. “And I am silver.
As wealthy as a priest after the collection plate has been passed around, and as strange as the idea that the creator of heaven and earth needs the money in the first place.
What tidings, little lords?’ Greyhand asked. ‘What troubles?’ “The boldest rat, a fat fellow with a missing ear, chittered angrily. Greyhand nodded in sympathy, like an old friend griping over a mug of mulled wine. “‘A sad tale. We shall mend it presently.’
Through all my years in San Michon, all the blood and sweat and darkling roads I walked, I learned one of my greatest lessons sitting in that Library with those girls in the still of the night. “A life without books is a life not lived.
