Kindle Notes & Highlights
The last time there had been any threat from Lorant was when Lan had been there. In the time since then, there had been nothing but quiet. He supposed he should be thankful for that, especially as this peace was what gave him the opportunity to continue to train and master the sword, but Lan couldn’t help feeling as if the lack of activity was a precursor to something worse.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?” Nevarn asked. “Which part?” “I suppose all of it. You don’t even seem to care about your safety.” Lan cared, but he’d learned that fighting required a certain level of fearlessness to survive.
“If you get to that point, you only need to know one thing about fighting with a sword,” Jalyn said. “What’s that?” “Stab with the pointy end.”
“Hold the pose,” Parvella said again. “Can’t you?” “I have the control but not the power. You have the power but no control. Now hold it.”
