Windwitch (The Witchlands, #2)

by Susan Dennard

A man is not his mind. A man is not his body. They are merely tools so that a man may fight onward.

Yet only in death, could they understand life. And only in life, will they change the world.

Which left Aeduan, as always, on the edge of a scene, watching while the world unfolded without him beneath a darkening sky.

Then Merik Nihar set off, content with no riches, no gold, and no crown, as long as he had friends by his side.