Logen put a hand on his shoulder. “Jezal, wait. Wait. You know me.” “Of course. I like to think so.” “Alright. Tell me something, then. Am I…” He struggled to find the right words. “Am I… an evil man?” “You?” Jezal stared at him, confused. “You’re the best man I know.”
3 books in. This fucking paragraph punched me right in the chest. Like he started winding up this strike 2000 pages ago. Well done.
