Of War and Ruin (The Bound and the Broken, #3)

by Ryan Cahill

“This world chews us up and spits us out. It doesn’t care if we live or die. It doesn’t care who we love or who we hate. It is filled with misery, death, and loss. It cares little for us. But that is precisely why we must care with all our hearts, fight for the ones we love, and stand for what we believe in. Because in a world where nothing matters, what matters to us means everything. If we forget about the ones we love, everything loses meaning.”

But yes, nobody has a fucking clue what’s happening. Which, strangely, leaves us a little less fucked.”

“Both honour and religion are things mortals use to justify atrocious deeds. To absolve themselves of the guilt they have so deservedly gained. They are more dangerous than any blade or any dragon. If a god tells a man to murder a child, they will oblige. It wasn’t their choice – it was the word of a god. That man is not a murderer – he is a conduit of divine will.” “What of honour?” “Honour is no different. It is why I asked you what you considered a good man to be. For some, a good man is no different from a man with honour. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Honour is entirely dependent on the wielder of that honour. What one person might deem honourable, another may not. It is honourable to stand by your oaths, is it not?”