The Exile (The Bound and the Broken, #2.5)

by Ryan Cahill

A panicked mind is a useless one. Take a moment, settle yourself, then watch.

“Part of me did die that day. Unfortunately for you, it was the kinder part.”

“Make sure you never forget my name again. I am Dayne Ateres. Son of Ilya and Arkin Ateres.” With one last look into the man’s eyes, Dayne reached for the Spark and pulled on threads of Fire. “What was it you said again? Burn them all?”

“Regiment and discipline,” his father had said. “The makings of a soldier, and the necessities of a man.”

“What idiot isn’t afraid of the dark? Did you not hear me? Nothing good happens after dark. You’re a storyteller. You, of all people, should know this. Tell me one happy story that takes place on a mountainside at night in an abandoned fortress.”