Ashes of Man (The Sun Eater, #5)

by Christopher Ruocchio

The ugliness of the world does not fade, nor are fear and grief made less by time, nor is any suffering forgotten. We are only made stronger by its blows.

“No rest for the wicked, Demon in White.”

The victory, the triumph, and the pain. I knew them all in that moment. In her moment.

I felt the dead wind in my hair, and smelled the foul burning of the ashes of man.