The Hunger of the Gods (The Bloodsworn Saga, #2)

by John Gwynne

The beast in your blood must be made to serve you. You must let it flow out like a stream, not a floodwater.

“I am not invincible,” Orka said, “but I am still alive, and though I do not seek out battle, that does not mean that battle does not still find me.”

“There are many who know that life is not about power and greed, about battle-fame.” She looked at Elvar with a raised brow. “And there are those who agree with me, but just haven’t realised it yet.” She gave Elvar another hard look.

Face death enough times, and you become used to the company of those raven-wings.