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

by Ryan Cahill

Always remember, even in the shadow of what was lost, we can find light anew.

There was something about the young man. Something Tarmon did not see in many men with his kind of power. Despite the death and despite all the loss and pain, he cared.

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

“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.”

“I will deal with them. What say you?” “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.”

Calen nodded, feeling his fist tighten around the hilt of his sword. “For all those we have lost.” “For all those we have lost,” the others chorused.