“I do not want your sister,” I said. “I do not want power. Or the throne. I want . . .” I choked. I wanted my family back. Pallino and Elara. Ilex and Crim. Corvo, Siran, and Durand. But that was beyond the might of our holy Emperor, beyond the might even of Kharn Sagara and his black sorcery. Time does not turn back, and not even the gods of night our pale enemy worshiped could grant my dearest wish.
