Dreadgod (Cradle, #11)

by Will Wight

Ozriel wiggled his eyebrows, and Suriel was sure she could read what he meant to say: how sure were they that Gadrael could hold him?

But worries didn’t solve problems. Preparation did.

[Or maybe it’s a nefarious trick to get us to overthink this.]

If I was going to try anyway, why not have some fun with it? And over the years, a crazy thing happened: I did have fun.”

Lindon didn’t mind treating them all with respect. Manners were free.

“Oh no, he called me a toy,” Yerin said in a flat voice. “I’m so angry that I’m stupid enough to hurl myself at a Monarch.”

“You fought a mighty battle, did you?” Reigan Shen asked. Larian nodded seriously. “Top ten of my life. Maybe top three.”