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

by Ryan Cahill

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

“There are demons within us all that we must face. They only ever surface when we are at our lowest because they are not strong enough to challenge us at our highest.

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

This is the way it has always been, for in life the most difficult challenges are the ones which you do not expect.

Stories were beautiful. They were words that painted a canvas in your mind. But death could not be beautiful.

To lose the other half of you was to have the skin peeled from your living bones, to have your heart pulled from your chest and your eyes burned out.

“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.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier.” “It wasn’t meant to,” Tarmon said, shrugging slightly. “Things that matter are rarely easy.”

People tended to fear what they didn’t understand, and fear was a good friend of hate.