Of Darkness and Light (The Bound and the Broken, #2)

by Ryan Cahill

He had always been told of the honour and glory of battle. But this was chaos.

‘we honour the dead not by how we mourn their death, but by how we live on despite it.’”

“Fate,” Farda said as he rested the coin on his thumb and index finger. “Fate is fluid. It changes with every decision that is made. It is utterly out of our hands, and completely within our control at the same time.” Farda flicked the coin into the air.

“Myia elwyn er unira diar.” My heart is always yours.

May The Warrior guide your hands. The duty of the strong is to protect the weak.”

Erik Virandr was on one knee beside Tarmon, both his swords still held firmly in his hands. The young man was very much his father’s son.

The Warrior and The Sailor. By blade and by blood, I am yours.

There is nothing more important in the darkness than a ray of light

Hear me. Please. Draleid n’aldryr, Rakina nai dauva. Dragonbound by fire, Broken by death.

“You do not take your steps alone. Wherever we are now, we are all strangers here. But at least we are together.”

We are in a barrel of oil, my boy, and all it takes is a spark.”

‘It is the simple things, boys. It is the simple things that bring the greatest pleasure.’

The simple beauty of a sunrise was a luxury he would not soon take for granted again.

“There will never be a point where you stop learning, young apprentice. That is a simple truth of life.”

Books were so much simpler than women.

😂

“Draleid n’aldryr,” Calen said, only loud enough to be considered a whisper. “Unira.” Always.

Books are not a complete history. They are only the history people chose to record.”

”Myia nithír til diar, Valerys. I denír viël ar altinua.” My soul to yours, Valerys. In this life and always.

“For all the stars in the sky, I would not trade a single day. Now, go.”

Drifaien: the land of the Eversnow.

“There are no such things as heroes, boy. A hero in one person’s eyes is a villain in another’s.”

Faenir stood over the three attackers, snarling, as though warning their ghosts not to try a second time.

The best boy!

It is better to die with a sword in your hand than to kneel with a chain around your neck. Go, do what we could not.”

Such arrogance to send young men to war without ever teaching them how to

“I will stand by your side until my lungs take their last breath and my heart ceases to beat. In darkness, and in light, by blade and by blood, I am yours. Let me be your sword.”

“Draleid n’aldryr, Valerys. Myia nithír til diar.” Dragonbound by fire, Valerys. My soul to yours.

“I have a soft spot for lost causes. It’s kind of a kink of mine.”

“The people who can light the spark”

The world was never black or white, Dahlen knew that. Most decisions were painted with a murky shade of moral grey.

Death could not be beautiful, but sometimes it was necessary.

“For all those we have lost,” the others chorused.

No matter what, we live together, we die together. Come.

He was the svidarya; he was the burning winds.

for courage is not the absence of fear. It is the will to act in spite of fear.”

“The duty of the strong is to protect the weak,”