Of Blood and Fire (The Bound and the Broken, #1)

by Ryan Cahill

“No decision is straightforward. Black and white do not exist. We live in a world of ever-shifting grey. Do you agree?”

One should not simply wish to live. They should wish to live in a way that they deemed to be right.

“This will hurt, brother,” Kallinvar said to the man. “But pain is the path to strength.”

the sun will set, and it will rise again, and it will do so the next day and the next. The gods are in charge of such things, but it is by our own will that we pick ourselves up when we fall.

“May The Mother embrace you, and The Father protect you. May The Warrior guide your hand, and The Maiden guide your mind. May The Smith keep your blade sharp, and The Sailor see you to safe shores.”

A bard in the corner of the room played a lute. Well, attempted to play the lute. Failed to play the lute.

Many of our closest friends and family are now part of the earth once more. As we were, so we will always be.” “As we were, so we will always be,” Senas and Larion repeated in a hushed whisper.

water becomes just as thick as blood if you go through enough shit together.

“The day we stop learning is the day we will be consumed by what we do not know.