The Will of the Many (Hierarchy, #1)

by James Islington

Side streets like this would have been dangerous once; crime in Letens does still exist, but now it caters far more to the thrill of the forbidden than the violence of need.

I hate it. I’ve been in cities before, even during festivals, but I’ve never had to navigate a crush of bodies like this. The jostling, the heat, the smell, the noise: it’s all unpleasant, all an experience I immediately wish to be over. How can people come here, knowing it will be like this? How can they enjoy this?

“Hate is its own violence, my prince. Your only choice is whether to let it hurt them, or you.”

“Silence is a statement, Diago. Inaction picks a side. And when those lead to personal benefit, they are complicity.”

Their dots in the miniature maze flicker through passageways and around corners with terrifying speed as they converge on their prey.

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