The Six Deaths of the Saint (Into Shadow, #3)

by Alix E. Harrow

You were staring up at the rotten thatch of the roof, wondering if anyone would remember your name long enough to mark your grave,

You grew strong over those years, and fast, until your body was no longer something you wore but something you wielded, and Lord, what a weapon it became.

“I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”