Reaper (Cradle, #10)

by Will Wight

“Ought to be grateful you don’t talk like that more often,”

“I will admit, I underestimated you all. You’re freaks, and I say that with true admiration. I salute you. But you’re all burning with ambition, and that fire went out of me years ago.” Eithan nodded along with every word. “It did, and it left behind a pile of ashes. But I can’t help but look at those ashes and think, ‘What a blaze that must have been.’” In spite of himself, Ziel

if I could not claim it for myself, I would claim the one who did.” Mercy’s face heated up. “That’s not your⁠—” “You think I mean affection?” Malice snapped. “I mean control.” The entire dark world focused to a point, as though a spotlight had illuminated Malice. Her eyes shone. “I can tell you one thing with absolute certainty: your friends have grown too powerful to remain free. I will shower them in glory and power… “…but they will be mine.”