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“You think I am your enemy, Hadrian. I am one of the last friends you have. Do you know how many assassination plans I argued against in Council? How many plots I stifled under the table? SpecSec wanted you dead. The War Office wanted you dead. The Empress is still after you. The Chantry. They wanted to hire a Vavasor of Aminon to kill you. Do you even know what that is?”

“I’ll tell you later, Anaryan.”

“You poor, sweet idiot. You do have it bad for her. Well, what can I say, Locke? You’re fucked.” Felice laughed softly. “Just not by me.”

“He’s fat.”
“So am I. And you’re ugly.”

Bought Arc, I regret nothing

“Hadrian was always saying? That rage was blindness? Never mind that Hadrian was one of the angriest men Lorian had ever known. ”


Yo LMAO

“Are you always this difficult?”What was it Hadrian was always saying? “Ask anyone who knows me.”

“That’s just the problem, man,” Daru said. “No one does.”

“Dead’s not so bad, it’s the getting there that kills you.”

“He was supposed to keep up the fight,” Lorian said, his voice gone small and quiet. “He was supposed to keep up the fight.”

Avenge us!

Had he forgotten? Forgotten the cries and the deaths of his Red Company?

She was only tavrosi.

“I know,” she said.
“I love you,” I said.
“I know that, too, anaryan,” came her reply.

“I know,” she said.
“I love you,” I said.
“I know that, too, anaryan,” came her reply. “You’re not wrong.”

“One last fight, I told myself. One last fight.”

“But Berenike!” the prince said. “I saw what you did! What you can do!”

“What I could do, I am not the Earth’s Chosen. I’m something else.”

“I hate that bastard for what he did to Valka, Lorian said. “It’s enough to make a man pray there is hell…even at the risk of ending up there himself.”

I felt myself offer a thin and crooked smile.”

“When you call for it, the Prophet had sneered, it will be Quiet.”

“How long are you going to mourn?” she asked, breath hot on my neck. “’Twas not your fault.”

You knew it would come to this, kinsman.”

truth be told, he had perished long ago, back in King’s Landing. It was only his revenant who remained, the small vengeful ghost who throttled Shae and put a crossbow bolt through the great Lord Tywin’s bowels. No man would mourn the thing that he’d become. I’ll haunt the Seven Kingdoms, he thought, sinking deeper. They would not love me living, so let them dread me dead.

“They said you were a creature of low drama, Lord Marlowe,” it said. “I see they spoke true.” It released me then, with its hand, but not its eyes”

“The world’s changed but men have not. Nor will.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “We keep making the same choices. The same mistakes. So the same wisdom will ever serve us.”

“Look at me! See these fingers? Dorayaica bit them off itself! And these!” I showed him the white stripes of scar on my fingers and arms. “Here is where they flayed me! And this!” I turned my head, fingers to my temple as I leaned to present the crescent scar that just barely vanished into my hair. “This is where they cut me so the blood would not pool in my head while they hanged me naked by my ankles!

“Your wife may whelp before that. You’ll want your child, I
expect. I’ll send him to you when he’s born. With a trebuchet.”