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596 pages, Hardcover
First published May 6, 2014
“There is nothing that will make a man more desperate and more capable of violence than endangering his family.”
“He had an honest face, though Adamat found that honest faces were almost always deceptive.”
Faye adjusted her dress and took a deep breath. Her eyes traveled around the room. A mix of emotions ranged across her face: anger, panic, dear. For a moment Nila thought she might snatch up a frying pan and kill her.
Nila wondered who she was. Why was she here? Obviously another prisoner. Another player in Veta's schemes. Could Nila trust her?
"I'm Nila," she said. "And this is Jackob."
Fayes eyes settled on Nila and she nodded with a frown.
"I'm Faye. And I'm going to kill the bastard."
"Every night he's looking for the eye behind the flintlock."
“You missed the morning’s festivities,” Bo said to Adamat. “You call torturing a man ‘festivities’?” Adamat asked. “I’m not a good person,” Bo said.”
“Let the Kez come,” Tamas roared. “Let them send their greatest generals after us. Let them stack the odds against us. Let them come upon us with all their fury, because these hounds at our heels will soon know we are lions!”
“One man always makes a difference. Sometimes it’s a small one. Other times, he tips a war.”
“Let the Kez come,” Tamas roared. “Let them send their greatest generals after us. Let them stack the odds against us. Let them come upon us with all their fury, because these hounds at our heels will soon know we are lions!”
“You missed the morning’s festivities,” Bo said to Adamat
“You call torturing a man ‘festivities’?” Adamat asked.
“I’m not a good person,” Bo said.”
“God' is a funny word, it implies omnipotence and omniscience. Let me assure, I am neither.”
“The hounds at our heels will soon know we are lions.”